When my brother and I were kids, we used to go down to the railroad tracks near my house. At first we just put pennies on the tracks and whatnot, but over time we got bored with such stuff. Casting about for something a little more adrenaline filled, we decided to run across the train bridge.
Train bridge is maybe 100 or 200m across, no side rails, no walkways, no flooring - just rails and ties. It is held up by large posts resembling telephone poles on either side.
First time we walk across real slow. Of course then we have to walk back - a little faster. We get back to first side, no harm done. Brother dares me to RUN halfway out and back (don’t you love big brothers?). Of course, I don’t want to be a chicken, so I start.
About a quarter of the way out I almost trip, get freaked, and slow way down. I figure I can still avoid severe mocking if I walk out halfway and stand on one foot or something. So I keep going. I hear my brother yelling, think he’s making fun of me, keep walking. Then I hear him start to run out behind me. I look back - he’s waving like an idiot. I look forward - there’s a train in the river valley, maybe 100m from the bridge. I had been looking at my feet ever since I had stumbled, and hadn’t noticed it.
I freeze for a critical moment, thinking there is no way I can outrun it, the jump off is way too high, what the hell am I going to do? I think my short life flashed before my eyes. Train hits the bridge, whistle blowing. I decide to get as far to one side as possible. Every few meters there are longer ties and extra support pieces connected to the poles that hold the bridge up. I stand way out on the very end of one of these ties and close my eyes.
I can still remember the feeling of that train thundering past while I clung for dear life to the post. The whole bridge swayed and shook. The sound was deafening. And this was a grain train, so it wasn’t going all that fast.
Afterwards, I couldn’t move. My brother (who had jumped into the dry ditch at the end of the bridge and watched and probably thought “what the hell am I going to tell Mom when I come home without her”) had to come out to me, take my hand, and lead me off the bridge.
This happened over 15 years ago. My Mom found out when I brought it up while we were having dinner 2 weeks ago. She was furious, threatened to ground me (I’m 25 and havn’t lived with her for years), and apparently phoned my brother that night to yell at him too.
There are things you can look back and laugh at. Apparently this was not one of them.