One of the events that always causes a stir in this family is the appearance of hot air balloons.
Imagine this scenario. Contented play defines the household. (I can’t say peace, because that’s not always accurate.) All the younger children are up, a few of the older teenagers too; several teenagers remain in bed, sneaking a few more moments of the typical teenager’s favourite activity.
—someone yells, “Hot air balloon!”
Cue a mad, excited rush to the windows, to the front door—kids piling over one another to see and exclaim over the hot air balloon.
That’s typical here. When there’s a hot air balloon, at least.
Early today, I opened the window next to my desk to allow the cool breezes entrance. My chair doesn’t face the window, so I saw nothing. Until I heard a very familiar roar…
Fire in the grey skies.
The hot air balloon was close. Very close. Apparently it had already drifted over the house without the little kids spotting it. (Maybe its vector hid it behind the house. I don’t know.) But yes, the above scenario occurred. This time, the younger children even went to the extreme of heading outside into the cold to talk to the balloonists, who were actually in speaking range. The predominant theme of their conversation can be summed up in two phrases: “Hello!” and “Can you please land in our section?”
No, the balloon did not land in our section. I think it would be the highlight of the year for those little kids if one did.
What sort of occurrence causes a stir among your family members?
(P.S. The roar, and the fire in the grey skies, is from the balloonists launching a spurt of flame into the balloon to give it more hot air and thereby more lift. Just if you’re not familiar with hot air balloons. :P )