Balloons have been a source of multiple pains in our household. Daniel had a love-hate relationship with them while he was younger. If he saw a balloon he wanted it, but if it popped he would become so terrified – it inevitably turned into an inconsolable meltdown filled with sadness too because there would be no more balloon. I dreaded any sort of activity or outing where I knew balloons would be. I asked ahead of time if it was at a church event or a small group if I knew children were going to be there.
If one popped at a store, we would have to leave.
It is amazing how many places have balloons. I never thought about it before, unless a balloon popped and frightened me. I too, have my innards combust in pain when I hear a balloon pop. I hate the sound. It was torture for me as a kid and then, into adulthood working in children’s ministry playing balloon games. One in particular, you had to do some sort of relay with the balloon in your neck, get to a chair, and sit on to pop it.
I hated it.Continued ... Balloons, NO Balloons! (So Said Me For Several Years)
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