It was a dangerous activity, yet the adrenaline rush made it thrilling. Trainhopping.

It was late at night in a rail yard, the moonlight and the occasional light post lighting your way through the trains to the one you were looking for. A freight train on the way to Russia.

You were a bit late, and somehow not caught. You heard the loud horn of the train you planned to go on course through your ears as you rushed to the end of the train on the railroad. You eventually were able to grab a pole at the end, climbing on.

It slowly picked up pace as you crawled through the edge before finding an open cargo shipping container; slipping in. A sudden voice agitated yelled over the loud wheels running over the metal tracks.

“Hey! This is my container!”