I am sometimes amazed that I lived to be older than 13 - when I was a "yute" [youth] I dove off this bridge in the summer and swam in the river. It gives me the heeby-jeebees to think about it now - what was under the water? I could have broken my neck and drowned... there goes the jeebees again...
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Isn't that the truth - how we were able to think and do and really not think at all...lol
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ReplyDeleteI was always in awe of the Swinging Bridge. What a landmark. When we were in junior high, a friend and I rented a canoe from Earl Fitz, and as we were passing under the bridge, some boys unloaded a bunch of rocks or something. A large rock or part of a brick grazed the scalp on the side of my head, and I bled profusely, all over my t-shirt. We immediately returned the canoe, and Earl Fitz was livid. He loaded us up in one of his power boats, and we unsuccessfully searched the river for the culprits. I was pretty impressed with being taken on a boat ride by the mayor although I wasn't feeling all that good at the moment.
Jeff
To be young, carefree, and clueless, again. I suspect most of us have memories of reckless behavior from our youth, I certainly do.
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