This weekend we went to Rouge Park where we walked to the very end of the trail and we saw a railroad crossing. 
We had already seen the end of a train going by so we didn't expect to see another train but we went anyway.
I hadn't been to the track in a long time and the I recognized the smell of tar and I said to myself, 'Oh my gosh I miss this."
And then my dad said, "everybody quiet!" Because he heard something. I thought it was a plane, my sister thought it was a helicopter and my mom thought it was cars but my dad thought correctly that it was a train. So we waited a bit to see if it was a train and it was! (As you can see in the photo my mom took.) And I hadn't seen a train at a railroad crossing in so long. So I got really, really excited. And the train was a really, really big one. The conductor waved at me. I love waving to trains. After the train was gone (2-3 minutes),  my family named this area, Rouge Park, the train hot spot.