Like many of you guys, reading poems depicting the Brooklyn Bridge brought on a ton of memories. There are so many people who live in New York and have never visited the regular landmarks, like the bridge or the Statue of Liberty.
I grew up not really paying attention to the bridge, and I never even realized you could walk on it, until I saw a picture. My first time on the Brooklyn Bridge was in the sixth grade on a class trip when we walked half of it. Even then, I didn’t really see the point and I was pretty much just freaking out because I thought I would fall off (I’m afraid of heights). However, I did enjoy it somewhat and I promised I’d come back eventually.
For my sixteenth birthday, my best friends and I walked the entire bridge for the first time and I saw how nice it was. I liked the feeling of walking from borough to borough and I especially like standing under the arches and looking up. Unfortunately I haven’t walked the bridge since then even though I really want to go back.
Another thing about the bridge, I always loved the story of how the bridge was being built. I think its just amazing how people can create a piece of architecture as massive as that. I remember reading how John Roebling first began to built it, but then suffered an injury that kept him from walking and handed the job over to his son William, who suffered an injury of “decompression sickness” when he was diving underwater during the construction. I remember reading how John would sit at his window and watch the construction before he died (although I’m not sure how true that is lol). I also remember that I thought the decompression sickness that William suffered was one of the weirdest injuries ever.
-*sorry this was a little late, the wifi was slow and wouldnt let me post since all the cool kids get to register early 🙁