Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Remembering the balloons


How well I remember the days when I used to have a sort of fear versus love feeling about balloons. On the one hand, I would be terrified that they would suddenly pop in my face, but on the other hand, I used to love to just play with them.

I was told that when I was a baby, my granny used to hang a balloon in my crib and that I used to love to lie there and just look up at it. This was her way of helping me to use my limited vision as I was born blind.

I used to love to play with balloons as a kid and I especially remember loving all of the various colors of them all. I would toss the balloons in the air, two and three at a time, and then stand there and watch fascinated as they glided back towards me.

I remember, too, that balloons were mainly present at Christmas time and I used to look forward to when my mom and dad would bring them home to my brothers and me. I would wait patiently as they were hung and then I would sit and just look up at them.

They really fascinated me in those days. The way they moved around on the dangling strings, all bunched together. The various sizes and shapes all combined to capture my attention. Such wonderful memories for me.

I'm Donna J. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day and inviting you to go out there and tell others about my memories. Visit me any time at www.donnajodhan.com if you would like to listen to my audio mysteries.

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