The Red Balloon

“Imagine if you could just think of something, something happy that it would come to be,” said Richard.

Donny smiled at the thought – dragons, monkeys, cake the size of buildings. The two boys thought of the multitude of things that 7 year-olds think of when they lay on the grass of with a warm afternoon breeze.

Marcus shook his head, “Imagine all the people sharing the world. No more angry stuff on the TV…I’m tired of it all…they take away the cartoons and make mom and dad mad.”

The other boys looked at Marcus as he was not looking up but rather at the horizon of the setting sun.

They were dreamers in their own right. They were the future and yet each held their own destiny within their imagination. Some grounded in reality and the others flew up within the heavens.

The breeze blew and a single red balloon floated by. All three boys smiled and marveled at the red balloon that stood in stark contrast of the bright blue sky. The magic of infinite imagination and the coldness of a harsh reality seemed meaningless as the balloon drifted by. It was more than just a balloon to the three. It was an opportunity. It was an adventure. No matter their views – a sense of joy can be found in the simplest things – even in a red balloon.

Without words, each boy got up and chased the balloon into the setting sun. It was more than a race to see who got there first – it was three knights chasing after the foul red dragon who destroyed a village. It was the Three Musketeers chasing after the evil Cardinal. It was three fighter pilots giving chase to the infamous the Red Baron.

It was so many things and more.

She watched them with a smile. There was no cell phones or tablets. It was simple joy. She hated what technology had done to the world. It was simplicity and the joy of their emotions that made the moment theirs. Soon – the world would be just like those three boys.

“Soon enough,” she said to the air.


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