I took my first 300 km train ride alone at the age of 7. My parents told me the name of the destination train station, and that my grandmother would be waiting

I took my first 300 km train ride alone at the age of 7. My parents told me the name of the destination train station, and that my grandmother would be waiting on arrival. The train staff knew I was travelling alone and checked up on me a few times and gave me free drinks. Two years later the train stopped being a direct path, so I had to switch trains halfway. I remember all the little unknowns made me very anxious that I'd get lost somewhere. For example, they changed the second departure platform so it didn't match the one on my ticket. And the departure platform was located elsewhere on the train station, not in direct connection with the national lines. When coming back, I remember they'd announce my city as the next stop, and then I'd see these other city names fly by. I remember thinking "They must have forgot to stop!" because I didn't understand that those city names were suburbs of the capital city that I lived in, and that the national train went directly to the train station. 30 years later I still remember all of these. It all worked out fine. This was before mobile phones.