I can still do it. Much to my amazement; I can still walk the rail. Even at my age. Growing up we had a railroad track in the back yard. That was in Idamar, PA. Stone throws from Dixonville, PA. My girlfriend and I played and practiced the balancing act for hours when we were young. Plus, since both of our dads were coalminers they would bring us chalk so we could write on the rails, the rail bridge and whatever we could find along the tracks. Sorry, I'm having flashbacks from my childhood.