I've written about them before, but I don't think I'll ever get over my love and amazement of hot air balloons....at least not until I cross riding in one off of my bucket list. I used to always think they were a Waterloo thing. When I was younger this is where I would see them, maybe 1 or 2 a summer on a visit to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Ever since then I've developed this fascination.
It's not that I love flying....I'm not exactly the Wright Brother's biggest fan. Because of them I've been forced to sacrifice my beloved road trips in the good old GMC Safari van for flights with less leg room, smaller windows, worse food and recycled air. But I think I could handle a hot air balloon. I think that would be more like flying for real, in the open air, able to appreciate the awesomeness of it. I think I would like the peacefulness of it. I want to be up in a balloon with a camera, a bowl of strawberries, and a boy playing an acoustic guitar...what a combo :) '
There are fewer and fewer moments in my life that make me feel like a kid, but hot air balloons do that. They make me smile. I can't take my eyes off of them, I also watch them for as long as I can, until they drift out of sight. And secretly they're like my own kind of wishing star.
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