Mine is bridges. A few yards over a small river I can cope with but large ones no way. I once drove 100 miles home in the dark and thought I was crossing a large bridge I was shaking all over and in tears, what a girl I am. My husband later told me there are no bridges on that route home, did I feel a right prick.
So that's my confession what's yours?
Alison
So that's my confession what's yours?
Alison