[Ready4Freddy]

Chimney Rock, North Carolina, 315'. I was unable to cross this bridge as a small male child in 1962. Or maybe my Dad forced me to, and I've blocked it from my mind. All I know is that I'm now scared sh!tless of heights:

[SunkenCiv]

"I was unable to cross this bridge as a small male child in 1962."

Okay.

[VOA]

“
Chimney Rock, North Carolina, 315’. I was unable to cross this bridge
as a small male child in 1962.
“

Don’t be too hard on yourself.
When I was six or seven years old, my parents too me and my brother to
visit relatives in Montreal.
When we crossed over from Michigan to Ontario (Windsor) on what I think
was the Ambassador Bridge...I almost went catatonic with fear.
Being from the flat open spaces of Oklahoma, being on what felt like
a narrow ribbon of steel maybe a hundred or more feet above the open water...
I wanted to scream “We’re all gonna’ die!!!”
But, as I said, I was basically paralyzed with fear.
And fortunately, we got across in a couple of minutes.