In Maryland there is a footbridge over the highway that the kids like to play on. It makes my legs weak when I'm crossing it and the cars and trucks zoom by underneath. The truckers enjoyed blaring their horns at the boys as they flew by. And of course, a big brother has to pretend he's going to throw a little brother off the mountain before he returns to the van. But a little brother most definitely does not have to pretend to like it. One bit.