We didn’t know we we’re making memories, we just knew we we’re having fun

Once upon a time, 4 years ago, my partner in crime and I randomly walked upon this beautiful bridge during one of our daily strolls.

There's sort of a beach underneath, the layer of paddles showing up during Thames' low tight, and gated stairs leading to them. The gates were opened when we got to it this time, but not 4 years ago. Could that stopped my friend and I? Of course not, after all of our others little misconducts we climbed around without blink of a doubt.

But, bedside the beach, there was also a tire swing hanging from the bridge, just slightly above the water. Funnily I was wearing the exact same boots with rubber bottoms, that made stumping in the river fun and dry. Our little act of crime was greatly rewarded, even when the police boat drew by.

That's just one of the stories of how my life started, and despite everything I'm not ready to give it up yet.