I remember my red balloon. It was heart-shaped with ‘Happy Birthday’ printed in white letters across one side.
I loved that balloon.
Unfortunately, my parents’ living room ceiling hated balloons of all kinds.
“Hold on to the sting, Mary.” I was told.
But, In the middle of childhood games and enthusiasm I let the string of go and in a startling second… That balloon burst as it touched the brickly popcorn surface.
Now I have a new balloon. But I have learned my lesson. I won’t let my dream touch that prickly ceiling…
How about you?
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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2 responses to “Six Word Story (82)”
My story would be watching my chrome balloon float away. Sad times as a child. It just slipped off my tiny wrist as I watch my enthusiasm float away. It’s somewhat of a life lesson to hold onto things you care about, don’t let them slip away.
Life lessons often come in small impactful but overlooked moments. Thank you for sharing. ❤