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We had an annual balloon festival so close to my house that we’d walk to it every year, or at least watch the weird and cool-looking hot air balloons floating past our backyard. I remember watching each balloon slowly getting filled with air and being all impatient about what they would look like fully inflated.
A picture of the festival in the 90’s… there’s a polar bear balloon there, too:
Dang, I forgot how cool that festival was.
I think the city has since moved it, so it’s been out of my mind… UNTIL NOW.