{"id":6808,"date":"2012-02-24T11:19:23","date_gmt":"2012-02-24T15:19:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.spottswoodphotography.com\/wordpress\/?p=6808"},"modified":"2012-02-24T11:19:23","modified_gmt":"2012-02-24T15:19:23","slug":"three-six-five-287","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.spottswoodphotography.com\/wordpress\/2012\/02\/24\/three-six-five-287\/","title":{"rendered":"Three-Six-Five"},"content":{"rendered":"

The old train bridge was built long before I was born.\u00a0 As kids we’d climb atop of it wait for trains to approach, run to the opposite side of the tracks and jump off landing in a violent roll down the hill.\u00a0 It was so much better than collecting the oblong pennies we had left on the tracks the day before.\u00a0 Through the scrapes, bruises and broken bones we never worried about the train hitting us.\u00a0 None of our favorite action stars of the big screen were hit or even came close to it.\u00a0 That was until one day.<\/p>\n

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The old train bridge was built long before I was born.\u00a0 As kids we’d climb atop of it wait for trains to approach, run to the opposite side of the tracks and jump off landing in a violent roll down … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n