After World War II, my parents brought us kids to Sweden. I had a tendency to get lost, and they went looking in the water around the island to see if I had drowned. But I had gotten on "the streetcar" which is what the ferry to the island was called, trying to visit my uncle Erland. Some nice lady found me and put me to bed for a nap. Later she informed the authorities, and I was reunited with the family.
So this streetcar has a fond place in our family history
So this streetcar has a fond place in our family history
