In about my tenth year, as Christmas approached, I longed for and electric train. the times were those of the economic depression, yet my mother and dad purchased for me a lovely electric train.
Christmas morning bright and early I thrilled when I noticed my train. the next few hours were devoted to operating the transformer and watching the engine pull its cars forward - then backward around the track.
Mother said that she had purchased a windup train for the widow Hansen's boy, Mark, who lived down the lane at Gale street. as I looked at his train, I noted a tanker car which I so much admired. I put up such a fuss that my mother succumbed to my pleadings and gave me the tanker car. I put it with the train set and felt pleased.
My mother and I took the remaining cars and the engine down to Mark Hansen. the young boy was a year or two older that I . He had never anticipated such a gift. He was thrilled beyond words. He wound the key in his engine, it not being electric or as expensive as mine, and was overjoyed as the engine and the three cars, plus caboose went around the track.
I felt a horrible sense of guilt as I returned home. the tanker car no longer appealed to me. suddenly, I took thetanker car in my hand, plus and additional car of my own, and ran all the way down to Gale Street and proudly announced to Mark, "we forgot to bring two cars which belong to your train."
I don't know when a deed has made me feel any better than that experience as a ten-year-old boy.
- Thomas S. Monson