who are they to decide?

When I was a child this was the end of my world.

later on it became the connection to the world.

Now as grownup

it has rather become the beginning of my world.

Some say this is just a bridge.

Some would even say it wasn't there

when I was a child.

That there was a ferry.

But who are they to decide,

when I stopped being a child?

photos:christofer grandin