While I don't have a huge problem with heights, I'm always a little bit wary of all bridges everywhere because I saw the video of the Tacoma Narrows Birdge pulsating like a motherfucker in the winds before its collapse in 1940 when I was at a very impressionable age, and I kinda assumed that this happened to all bridges at some point, and I did not want to be anywhere near them.
I still sometimes have nightmares about being on that bridge when it's doing that. The dreams are always in black and white.
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