I grew up with a book called the Spider of Brooklyn Heights, the neighborhood in Brooklyn I was raised in.
I walked over the bridge many times under many circumstances. I will give you an example of two.
Between high school graduation and college I went on an overnight tour of the Lower East Side that ended with a dawn walk over the bridge back to Brooklyn.
The picture is from Franny Wentzel’s blog of old New York pictures.
The second was walking with my friend Bonnie, over a jammed Brooklyn Bridge in 1980, during the Transit Strike.
Walking across the bridge on a nice day was always a treat.