Yesterday at work I had a young girl come in with her parents holding a helium balloon. Even though she was tiny I could tell where she was pottering about as the balloon swayed above the shelves. It was rather cute.
However, it made me remember how terrified I was of having a helium balloon when I was younger. I can distinctly remember watching one I was holding at my preschool fete spin around and around as it gained height. My parents had bought it for me and I had accidentally let go. I was so stressed and upset my parents bought me another one and I can remember clutching to it as though my life depended on it.
From then on if helium balloons were ever being given out I would refuse one. As I got older and had two younger sisters I would be scared when they had them. “Don’t let go!!!” I’d say.
