Hot Air Balloon Blow Out

There's a hot air balloon laying out on the field like a huge banana peel. My family dragged me out to this thing. Only took us several hours driving to get here. Plus I had to get up early. Nothing should be walking this early.

It takes forever for them to start the thing up. The guy who is firing it up is standing around talking to some other dude. I guess it doesn't take much attention anyway? Eventually the balloon is actually living up to it's name as it's globular top stands straight up. My sister and mom are practically jumping with excitement while Dad has one of those huge cheesy grins that girls who are meeting their favorite princess at Walt Disney World wear. If it's not obvious enough, I was not doing any of these things. No, I'm sitting here picking at the grass, counting down the time until I can get home. One of the guys looks up and motions us over.

When we get into the basket, all three of my family members have their phones out. It's like I'm not even there, because they're taking pictures of the trees like they've never seen any before. Trees. They're just trees. We start floating up into the sky. There are birds up here, but they're all keeping their distance. I look down and see the cars on the road below us. It's like looking down on an ant colony, except you can't squish them. Or maybe that's just where they are in life. I lift my hand up to my mouth and tapped my fingers against my lips.