When I were a lad was a boy, we went on holiday to Cornwall. We stayed in a cliff-top hotel, and there was a railway line below us. There must have been a station nearby, because a friendly train driver let me and (I think) my little brother ride on the footplate. I can't remember how far we went, in fact, I can't remember anything about it except that I absolutely hated every second of it. It may have been every little boy's dream (it was the 1950s), but it was this little boy's nightmare.
Strange to say, I've never really seen the attraction of steam, although I don't think that has anything to do with my early experience of it. Years ago, a friend who would go anywhere for the sight of a steam engine tried to get me enthused about it, but he failed. After looking at a few of them, I got bored.
They just pull trains, and diesels do it better.