This picture makes me remember my childhood. When I was a child I used to go to the countryside with my father. To come to my uncle’s home we had to go through a monkey bridge. It’s very short, just about 2 meters (78.8″). At the first times I felt my legs shake and I thought maybe I had to crawl through it. 🙂 I asked my father for go another way but he said it was unique and I had no choice.
A lot of years have elapsed but I still remember exactly that time I overcame my fear with my father’s encouragement.
And now, sometimes although walking on the large roads, I feel I ‘m going through a monkey bridge alone.