I remember this as thought it was yesterday. My Dad was taking me to Morecambe (from Lancaster) for the day. When we got to Lancaster Castle Station we just missed the electric train and had half an hour to wait. A passenger train rolled in to platform 4 and I was taken to see the locomotive. My Dad told me its name was 'Blackpool' (i was only 4 y/o). The driver invited us onto the footplate and I remember the fire being very hot! He must have regretted that, because at every waking moment (until I was old enough to go alone) I was begging him to take me to the station! I'm sure many others here will recall the moment they were 'bitten' and it would be fun to read their 'defining moments!'