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September 23 | Bridges
Silly superstitions: We always used to hold our breath and pick up our feet when we went over a bridge. Something about hold your breath so you don't drown and pick up your feet so they dont get wet or the bridge will crumble at the exact moment your vehicle is halfway across and you will die...er something. This one trip to Anchorage in the Rodeo before she fixed her stereo, everytime we hit a bridge the cd would skip just long enough to get all the way across, so we said the car was holding its breath too. I still, to this day, do it everytime I cross a bridge; how silly of me.
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