When I was in first grade, I was assigned a teenaged mentor through a school program. I don't remember her name, but I'll never forget her. When we met, she had beautiful, extra-round red and blue helium balloons on a string for me, a most unusual and enticing event in a school day. She sat me down in front of the AV cart and said were were going to watch their story. We proceeded to eat Fig Newtons and watch The Red Balloon and I thought it was the most wonderful movie I had ever seen.
Since that day of my seven year old life, red has meant magic to me, and Paris allurement. I don't know what inspired her to choose that movie, but I have been grateful ever since. I can't have Paris all the time, but I always try for a little bit of red.
6.27.2008
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Oh, what a wonderful experience to have had as a child! I always coveted a helium-filled balloon, one that would stay up on a string and not trail sadly behind, like the plain air-filled ones we had. Maybe I can add that to my list of things next week - to somewhere (but where oh where?) get hold of a helium-filled balloon. Preferably a red one. It is never too late to be a child!
No, never too late. And a helium balloon is simply a magical, lovely thing.
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