š At my train stop, half the wall is covered in these small holes. š¤ Does anyone know what caused them?šš
I had noticed these peculiar marks for months while waiting for my train. The holes seemed oddly deliberate, not like the usual wear and tear youād expect from an old station.
I assumed it might have been caused by some kind of weathering or even a failed maintenance attempt. But then, one afternoon, an elderly man sitting on the bench nearby noticed me staring at the wall and chuckled.
āCurious about the holes, are you?ā he asked, his voice tinged with amusement. I nodded eagerly, and thatās when he told me the story.
Apparently, while waiting for trains, local kids discovered a rather unusual pastime. Armed with small coinsāusually penniesātheyād spend their time scraping and digging at the walls.
The softer plaster gave way surprisingly easily, and before long, it became a sort of unspoken competition. Who could make the biggest or deepest hole before their train arrived?
āAt first, the station attendants tried to stop them,ā the man said, ābut what could they do? It wasnāt technically vandalism, and besides, it kept the kids occupied.ā
Now, decades later, the tradition has faded, but the marks remaināa strange legacy of idle hands and pocket change.
So, if you ever spot these mysterious holes at a train station, you might just be looking at the remnants of a quirky local game. What an unexpected way to leave your mark on history, donāt you think? š