When much younger than I am now, on holiday with my parents in Galway, we went to see the festival parade, part of the Galway Arts Festival. It involved giants. We were on the bridge across the Corrib, but I was too far back from the road to see the parade. I was placed on the wall of the bridge to give a better view. I panicked. I am quite sure I cried and screamed. Removal from the wall was not forthcoming, for reasons of which I am uncertain, and I was too scared to move, and get off the wall myself. After the parade had passed, a spectacle I was in no position to enjoy, I was removed from the wall. Perhaps this is where I lost trust.