My grandma says I’m a train nerd. I honestly had no idea. So she started digging through the old almanac of my life, saying that when I was little I’d cry at the drop of a hat over nothing, so she’d dump me in a little pushcart and wheel me down to the bank of some river in downtown Zhengzhou, where I’d just watch the railway bridge crossing the river in the distance and the trains rolling over it. That was the only place I’d shut up. I guess that tracks. But I don’t remember a single bit of it now.