We had the Somerville Drive-In theatre in Somerville, New Jersey. From the time I was 5 (around 1969 or 1970) to the last set of movies I ever saw in 1985 (which were Day Of The Dead and F-12 3-The Final Chapter) it was a place near and dear to my heart.
It also had a small train track that went around the drive-in and a small choo-choo train that the kids used to be able to ride when the engineer got us all together and took us round the track.
Big story here: Around last year, I went down to the sports complex that now graces the sacred grounds the drive-in once stood on, and lo and behold, they
still have the old metal hut they stored the train in (with the faded pictures of clown faces and bouncie-balls on it) and they took the track and incorporated it into the 18-hole mini course. The train is said to be in there, rusted by decades of non-use, but noone can get in to see it.
The memories came back, and I started crying when I saw it, and don't really have the heart to go back because I know I'll start crying again. As you guys can tell I'm loyal to my old memories