tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706019632027162854.post8554986951380073172..comments2024-03-08T20:43:47.037-08:00Comments on Happy Thoughts Travel Fast (HTTF): On BalloonsSoph Laughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16588609258171352719noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706019632027162854.post-42059659162032509232013-12-09T08:13:36.606-08:002013-12-09T08:13:36.606-08:00When I was a very young child, a balloon was a ser...When I was a very young child, a balloon was a seriously bittersweet thing. The first day it was so amazing, so outstandingly beautiful compared to everything else in the world, that I just loved it beyond all reason. The second or third day, of course, it was a shrunken, wrinkled, shriveled latex husk, lurking behind the sofa, giving me gooseflesh whenever I dared to look at it. Before I lost my first pet, or I gave up my stuffed bunny because of allergies, I was already learning about the fragility of joy and beauty by saying farewell to balloons.<br /><br />Not quite the metaphor you were working today, I know, but I was still moved to share. <br /><br /><3 <3 <3Bob Bruhinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10548002823210189228noreply@blogger.com