when i was little i always wondered where they went.
um, i still wonder.
i mean, do they just pop and float sadly to some empty grassy field in the middle of nowhere? i can't decide if that idea is rather romantic or completely anticlimactic.
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sometimes they slowly lose their helium through tiny pores in their rubbery skin and meander downward becoming entangled in what's left of corn stalks to be wondered at by deer at twilight.
Wow! That photo immediately transported me back to a time when I was so young that I only have "images" in my brain. And I have that imagine of a balloon floating away at my Nana's house. She later told me I said that it had gone "to Jesus":-)
Is there anything more sad to a child..or me? I remember having several balloons float away from my grip. And then I would promptly cry, and rightfully so.
i know, man. it's so depressing. when i was little i just remember having this awful feeling in my heart...kind of claustrophobic and panic-y. i knew i was never going to hold that balloon in my hand again. so sad.
i guess your mother had the right idea, though...why weren't we ever assured that it went to Jesus? sheesh.
an excellent sentence, mr. damien. :)
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