Dorothy remembers travelling
by tram as a child:
"My trouble was this;
The seats inside the trams
ran from one end to the other
and were highly varnished.
Of course when I sat down,
my feet did not touch the floor,
and every time the tram started
or stopped I shot along the seat,
unless there was a nice plump lady
or gentleman to act as a buffer.
This used to make my mother very cross
and she used to say,
"Behave yourself, child",
in a loud voice,
but I really couldn't help it..
The top deck had no roof,
so the passengers upstairs got wet!
When I was old enough,
mother used to let me go upstairs
while she travelled inside,
and I liked to stand at the very front.
This resulted in
a) an enormous rocking motion
when the tram went quickly
and b) a lovely feeling of wind
through my hair."