Another part of my childhood included International Border Crossings between Detroit, Michigan and Windsor, Ontario, Canada. Mom and Dad had friends who lived in Windsor and the surrounding areas, so a Saturday or Sunday trip over was a common occurrence.
This video is of an Ambassador Bridge crossing. I remember the little green toll booths, car inspection, and more than a few times the inspector saying he would keep me until my family came back through to head home! Although I know now that he was only joking, back then I must say it made me very nervous. (Government officials for either Country were serious business!)
I can remember the bridge shaking when traffic was heavy and always wanting to take the tunnel instead. Dad would tell stories of playing on the bridge when he was young. Foot traffic was allowed then and he would fly paper airplanes from the bridge or try to drop bouncy balls on the passing ships. He and his friends probably were the ones responsible for foot traffic being stopped!
