I think only my sister Kristin knows this... and Abby.

But I've recently (since this summer) had this desire ignite. I want terribly to go up in a hot air balloon, on a perfect summer afternoon, and stay up 'til dark. I've always loved looking up at hot air balloons, I've loved the beauty and color of them. I've loved the idea of them, but I don't really remember ever wanting to go up in one (which is actually quite odd, because as my dad has teased me, I want to do everything, and always have. Moreover, I love the sky, and I love being in the sky.)


I want to be carried away, in a hot air balloon.