Saturday, May 17, 2008

Three IS a Charm. It's certainly not every morning that I look out my kitchen window and see three hot air balloons floating by. Everytime I see one I remember the ride that my mother and I took. It was beautiful - the first part. I requested that we fly low. I was too chicken to go so high up in the sky. Our flight was fine, but our landing was rocky. Our balloon tipped over, the wind caught it and it was a little while before the crew could stop us. Thankfully no one was hurt. My mother started to laugh. Her laughter was so contagious that we did not panic, but laughed our way through it. It's a wonderful memory of mine.

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