While sitting at a traffic light the other day, I remembered a silly thought I once had:
I thought that there was a little (and I do mean little) man living inside of the traffic light making the colors change.
Which lead me to another funny memory:
Living in Texas, you are always warned about tornadoes. And, you are told to listen for a train so you know if there is a tornado coming.
Know what I was always listening for?
A train whistle. You know…”choo choo!”
Yeah, I had a while imagination.