When I was dating hubby, he was showing me his stomping grounds which consisted of bluffs, a river, rail roads and bridges and sand.
We were enjoying a nice walk along the rail road tracks, something I had never been around. We crossed the train bridge, I was reluctant because my feet were shorter than the distance between the bridge ties. Hubby had done this all his life and had no trouble with the height, the spaces in the tracks or my fear.
We talked of train schedules and that trains did not run on Sundays. He told me horrow stories of trains coming while someone was on the bridge and they had to jump off.
Now, please remember, I am a gullible seventeen year old. As we recrossed the bridge, hubby broke into a run and yelled "Train!" He said run and I am hitting every tie while he is clearing three at a time. I am terrified and when I finally get off the train bridge and turn to see the train, I see future hubby laughing his ass off!
Quoting the famous Bill Ingvall, "Here's your sign", I married him anyway. This was just the beginning.