One of my mum's favorite stories was of how she and my Aunt Lily used to have to squeeze out of the window in the dresses they had made themselves (the ones with big skirts!) so that they could go the dancing in Glasgow - my Grandad didn't let them out late. Then they would walk across the city to the Dancehall - no money for the bus. Then back again after boogying all night.They could teach us how to enjoy!