Still wonder what it must have been like living in an active fire station!
I bet it was quite fun and your schoolfriends (too young? - well play-friends then) would have been envious of your exotic life. Except being wakened up by bells and sirens might not have been so much fun. Hey, mibbe you should try some of that recovered memory hypnosis thing to take you back to your early days as a fire station wean. Imagine the embarrassment, though, if anyone ever burnt the toast or caused one of the infamous chip pans fires.
I used to get to go to kids' christmas parties at my uncle's fire station (in Cambuslang or somewhere, so not a Glasgow one for this thread) and I think we got an exciting tour round the station and possibly even sliding down poles, but I don't remember) as well as the sausage rolls and cake and stuff. Can't be at all sure about the pole bit, but I think we might have been allowed to sit in a fire engine and say "vroom, vroom", before being quickly shepherded away to where a troop of excited wee weans couldn't do any damage or get in the road of busy firemen.
On preview, I should confess that Uncle didn't live in the fire station and I don't think anyone did, so this was just a thing done by their social club or something, not because anyone really lived in the station.