Sat in a bus shelter having a cuppa and cake mid-ride with a club mate I found the seat was high enough to swing my feet. I used to love doing that as a child and realised at fifty(mumble, mumble) I still do.
[Note to self; include that bus shelter in as many rides as possible]
i'm 35 but when i go upstairs I still bound on all fours like a dog, child, or macaque