Whenever I crossed this bridge, a quiet audience watched me inch my way along stiff legged and barely breathing. Getting to the other side was always a relief. Gabrielle actually gave me pointers,"Ma, you carry all your weight back...bend your knees....breath!!!!" Richardo said, "Just run across. Get it over with!!!" As I write this...my breath is shallow...my stomach in knots. Silly huh??!!! The fear of hurling myself off this footbridge is real!!!!!!!!!
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