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Mine is bridges, too! When I was about 4, I had a nightmare that I was in the car with my family & my dad drove us off a bridge and into the river & we died. I'm 48 and still remember that nightmare as vividly as if I'd had it last week, and to this day, I panic going over bridges (doesn't matter who's driving). If it's a high/steep bridge, I've been known to hunker down in the back seat and do Lamaze breathing to keep myself from vomiting.
Mine with bridges didn't start until I was in my 20's. When I mentioned it to my mother, she told me that when she was little, she used to cry and beg her daddy to let her out so she could WALK over the bridge. She would have to get down on the floorboard so she couldn't see out. I was already phobic when she told me this. My panic attacks hit so hard that I have actually lost consciousness for a few seconds. I think this is what the problem is with DRIVING over a bridge. I'm not afraid of heights or riding over a bridge if someone else is driving. I'm pretty sure it was passed to me from my mother; I sure hope I didn't pass it to my kids.
As life is a balance of all things, I'm really not afraid of the usual things and I don't panic in the most serious situations. I guess I wouldn't trade that for being able to drive over a bridge without thinking about it...