Crack in the Line

As a kid, I used to worry when we went into town. I used to worry about crossing over the bridge and having to step over this crack, looking way down to the Chicago River.
Now, I wish that was the most of my fears and worries.
However, one very cold night this past December, me and mom went over this crack. We were giggling how times have changed as we two crossed the bridge arm in arm both as full grown adults.

I love my mama!