A Lost Balloon

A Balloon StuckWhen I saw this scene, I could not help imagine a young child’s feeling of shock from losing the grip of the strange object called balloon. It was probably the child’s first experience with the balloon. The object is fun. It does like many other objects that are heavy and want to fall down the child used to. The balloon is light and wants to get away from the hand any possible way. The only way to hold on to it is its tiny string. Finally, the little hand let go of the string and the wonderful object floated away… in just one quick moment.

I also got lost in time imaging the story of the lost balloon πŸ™‚

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42 thoughts on “A Lost Balloon

  1. Ralph July 19, 2014 / 4:54 pm

    Hi YC πŸ˜€ When my daughter was 5, she lost her balloon in a railway station. The staff had a motorised cherry picker and retrieved the balloon for Dawn. Did she smile ! Ralph πŸ˜€

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    • YellowCable July 19, 2014 / 5:08 pm

      Hi Ralph, that was awesome. I can understand that must be really a heart broken to lost her balloon. I think I can still vaguely remember how that happened to me too.

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  2. Gallivanta July 20, 2014 / 12:15 am

    How perfectly you have a captured that moment when a child loses a balloon.

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  3. anotherday2paradise July 20, 2014 / 3:26 am

    I hope the child didn’t cry too much when the balloon flew away. Some children are inconsolable. πŸ™‚

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    • YellowCable July 20, 2014 / 7:25 am

      Oh, that was the difficult time..it was a heart broken feeling which I can understand πŸ™‚

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  4. The Passion Dew July 20, 2014 / 8:21 am

    Amazing capture and composition, a little sad story how the ballon escape πŸ™‚

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  5. AmyRose July 20, 2014 / 12:44 pm

    Wonderful image, YellowCable and I love what you wrote about it. Thank you. Love, Amy

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    • YellowCable July 20, 2014 / 12:51 pm

      Thank you Amy. I am glad you like the caption πŸ™‚

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      • AmyRose July 20, 2014 / 1:22 pm

        (((HUGS))) and another thank you! xx

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  6. SuzyHazelwood July 21, 2014 / 9:02 am

    I didn’t notice the balloon at first, I was enjoying that lovely blue sky (I have a thing about blue sky! ;)) But I see what you mean about the feelings behind that floating balloon, they must have been a bit sad. I do just about remember that happening to me when I was about 3 or 4 years old, and it’s a bit of a shock, that something so lovely can leave you so quick. Kind of a gentle learning curve of life I think, there will be much more loss, and learning to cope with those little things at that age I’m sure pave the way to us coping with all of life and it’s unexpected moments.

    And wondering about the story behind that balloon – that’s a writers mind. So are you taking a road into writing a story next?! πŸ™‚

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    • YellowCable July 21, 2014 / 8:28 pm

      I knew the balloon is a little too small to spot πŸ™‚ I am glad you enjoyed the blue sky. I think looking up to see (deep) blue sky is therapeutic (makes you feel far away and forget things around you for a brief moment, I think).

      Yes, the story is a bit sad. I also do remember my losing grip of a balloon too. It was outside of the house and mine just floated up and away to be seen again. A good start lesson in for life indeed.

      No, no, I am not taking a road into writing. I am terrible at it πŸ™‚ Thank you.

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    • YellowCable July 22, 2014 / 8:17 pm

      Oh No, I hope that will not happen to Little Man. I cannot imagine… Thank you πŸ™‚

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  7. BeWithUs July 25, 2014 / 7:37 am

    Gosh! This scenario used to be one of my worst nightmares when I was a little girl, getting all excited over those flying balloons…LOL…

    Thank you so much sharing!

    Cheers!! πŸ˜€

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    • YellowCable July 26, 2014 / 11:26 am

      I know how the feeling goes. I think I had some fear on the later chances to hold the balloon again πŸ™‚ Thank you.

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      • BeWithUs August 1, 2014 / 4:31 am

        Yep…me too…LOL..

        Have a great day ahead, my friend! Cheers~ πŸ˜€

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  8. Charlotte Hoather July 30, 2014 / 2:37 pm

    I used to love to let my ballon free to float away as far as it could, but my Mum would tell me it caused litter problems :/

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  9. Otto von MΓΌnchow August 2, 2014 / 5:11 pm

    It’s a lovely, little story told in one picture – although also a little sad. What really makes the picture is the relationship and dimension between the little balloon and the window roof – and the square forms of the roof and the more organic form of the balloon. Very nice.

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    • YellowCable August 2, 2014 / 8:09 pm

      Thank you very much Otto!! You described the other side of the picture so very well!!!!

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  10. Dina August 11, 2014 / 2:57 am

    πŸ˜€ Lovely short-story! On Norway’s National Day a little girl got one those new fancy balloons, totally overpriced, but fun for the small ones. She was thrilled, beaming with joy and from quite some distance I watched and wanted to take a photo. Then she suddenly shifted hand and the thing went off and up and away. The girl froze, I froze, accompanied by a a lot of ooooohs from the surrounding audience. Then Daddy said, “come, hurry up, lets get a new one!” – and we continued to breath again…

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    • YellowCable August 11, 2014 / 6:47 pm

      Ah, that is a lovely short story you have here too! Thank you..

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  11. giselzitrone August 15, 2014 / 3:20 am

    Schâner Text ich wünsche ein gutes und schânes Wochenende liebe Grüße Gislinde

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