Station Veenendaal West

You can buy notepads and pens at this station, because it’s very airy. It’s stationary.
This is review 1996 for me on Unilocal (one thousand, nine hundred and ninety six), to commemorate the year in which I first came here… when I wasn’t even a teenager yet… or barely. Such a bad boy.
The year before I ran away to America, I went to stay with my Uncle in Holland for a second time. These were trips of a lifetime because I was a naughty boy and Holland was a naughty place. We’d buy rail passes (my brother and I), and would spend the days wandering around Holland. We went to The Hague, to Rotterdam, and to Amsterdam several times. Also Arnhem and Utrecht.
The starting point was always Veenendaal, either the Central station, or this one in the West. My Uncle lived a similar distance from both of them. He now lives in Northern VA, but back in those days, he was in Holland, and we loved visiting him there.
The trains in Holland were some of the best we’d ever experienced, and still are. This station is quiet, suburban, and perfectly safe for two little kids running around Holland with no adults watching them, doing things that kids would never expect to do. I’ve been back to Veenendaal and to this station as an adult and it seems so tiny now.
That’s what she said.