I see me in my son

Here’s another little story prompted by Thursday’s adventure.

DS#1 has (had) a fear of bridges. We live, of course, where drawbridges abound. He has had a fear of being on the bridge as it lifted. We ended up stopped at such a bridge today, and we could see what was happening with it, which allowed to opportunity to explain how they work, and how it is indeed impossible to be on it as it lifts.

Now, DS#1 is 8 years old. But I vividly remember having incredibly detailed dreams of being stuck on the old bridge when I was his age. I never told my mother about those dreams, and I still hate that bridge that haunted my dreams.

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