Today is the day! The start of my new life! The thoughts in my head racing as an important looking man were giving a speech. Soon they would drive the golden spike into the railroad.

My father made the decision to move from our small town to the promising west. My older brother and I had protested without success. Even though we did not have much in our old town, we were leaving our whole live behind. I would have to say that ounce we get off the train that we would soon board; I would have to adjust to a new life in the promised metropolis that awaits us.

We were not going to be left alone though. Our next door neighbors were, the Henries, were coming too. Long time best friend Jo, short for Joseph, had somehow for some reason convinced his parents to move too. Apparently he kept his motives hidden from his parents of why he wanted to move.

As I watched the man whom was giving the speech excitement continued to grow. Seeking an outlet for my excitement I spied the train that we would be boarding for the long and fruitful journey. Black as night but shining bright in the afternoon sun.

“Can I please go see da’ train papa” I asked “Please can I? I won’t get in no trouble.” “You better not boy” he said staring me down “You can go and but don’t be getting in no trouble! Or you’re going to get the woopin of your life!” “Ye-Yes papa” I stuttered. “And don’t be standing on them tracks either” he warned. “Also, hurry back before they drive that spike into that railroad” he said “don’t want to miss this!”

I carefully weaved myself through the crowd to the crowd that had gathered there since sun rise. I soon found myself being faced down by the big black steam engine. Carefully walking buy it dragging my hand on its side. “Neat huh” said a man leaning outside a window. “I’m the y’alls conductor” he said “just a little warning for ya’. There about to drive the spike into the railroad so you better be hurrying on.”

 I turned quickly around and saw that the crowd was gathering near where the man who gave the speech was standing. “Thanks” I yelled turning making my way to the newly formed mob. Finding my way at the front by my father’s side. Two men now stood in front of me. One holding the spike steady and the other holding a hammer above his head. Smashing the spike into the ground I imagined this must be how it felt to see Noah drive the last steak into the ark.

One hit after the other, until the spike disappeared. Soon it would be gone, and I would be able to start a new life. A new dream. A new future.