This morning as I woke up at the wee hours of the morning, the anticipation was building as I was soon to be experiencing Albuquerque's pride and joy, The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta. I have a bond with the balloon fiesta unlike most people because for the first 15 or so years of my life my parents had a booth there selling balloon trading cards. I remember basically living there for the ten glorious days each year that the fiesta happens, and being seven years old standing outside of our booth yelling at the top of my lungs "hot air balloon trading cards, get 'em while they're hot, one for two dollars or three for five bucks..." I even had Japanese people coming and video taping me. Needless to say, that was my life. Now about five years after we have closed down the business, going to the balloon fiesta is bitter sweet. I still love the balloon fiesta, but it's more of an emotional connection and memories that come swarming into my mind that make me want to go back each year. This morning I took my two little brothers (well, they're not really smaller than me anymore, they're just younger) and one of my brother's friends. It was such an awesome experience yet again sharing those memories with my brothers, and my brother's friend had never been to the fiesta before so he was soaking it all in too. It was an awesome morning filled with hot chocolate, breakfast burritos, and blankets, and not to mention the morning was perfect for ballooning with the Albuquerque Box in full effect.
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