Choo choo

I was a very public figure, and a lot of my pleasures, guilty or not, are already widely known.

However.

I managed to keep one of them a secret. Not only that, I did it because I felt so darn guilty about it.

Trains.

Yes, I was a train spotter. I loved seeing them come and go and making a note of it in my train diary. I took my diary with me wherever I went and kept it complete and neat. Every train I every so I noted down with great care. The type number, of course, the model, but also the state it was in. Any bruises or dents it had. Where I saw it. I had no use for it other than writing it down.

I couldn't let this pleasure of mine get out in public of course, no one would have taken me seriously anymore. I would have been the worlds laughing stock. So I kept it a guilty secret.

At the end of my life I had the stack of train diaries take care of by a good friend. I am glad
I kept on doing it during my life, so I know for sure that I made an impression on the world by leaving it my collection of spotted trains...