My balloon story begins very simple. It all started at school when I was in the 1st grade. Our school had organized a day to let thousands balloons go up in the air with notes inside them for people to find when they deflated and fell to the ground. All the balloons were yellow and they were so pretty. They were filled for us and tied off with nothing more than a tiny piece of string. I held on until we were told to release them. But I remember the anticipation I had. I was feeling ready to set this pretty yellow balloon go...and then they did it, told us to "let em go" and I did. It was so neat seeing all those balloons, it had to be hundreds but looking back I thought it was more like millions. I was so small and this big yellow balloon was getting tiny as it lifted into the air. The wind caught my balloon, and to this day I never got any response from my note. That was my first BIG balloon expierence and after that I was HOOKED!!
After the big balloon release I insisted on balloons at all my birthday parties. I really lit up when there was a rainbow collection of balloons. So many colors to choose from, I just thought why not have one of each color atleast:) As I got bigger, those pretty mylar balloons became so popular. I got a few of those on special occassions while at school and at church. I would keep them until they were absolutely dead. I never ever would pop them, trying to keep them as long as possible. But then that is when things turned. I was a bit older maybe around 14 or so and I got a BIG Happy Birthday Balloon from my boyfriend. Well we were in a fight and I broke up with him or he broke up with me, who knows... I remember him pissing me off on the phone, as I was hanging up with him, his BIG Happy Birthday balloon caught my eye. I was so ticked at him, and I guess I had some pent up rage towards the jerk. I just went over to that balloon, took my foot and began to stomp it. It was on the third try but it popped and it was loud, that rubbery balloon was SO tight and BIG. It made the loudest sound I had ever heard. After a minute of realizing what I had done, I just started to laugh. I could not stop laughing. I felt so good and liberated all at the same time. After that, I was bad about blowing up balloons and popping them anyway I could. Any chance I got to play with balloons I did. I was on all those committees that made the gym up for dances, floats for parades and all that cool stuff. I blew, popped, stapled, wrapped, painted, and more to balloons all in the name of GOOD FUN!
As I got older the love never faded from balloons but others around me were not to balloon happy like me:)...........










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