THE STORY OF A BALOON (Manic Monday)
No baloon in there either !
blow blown blew blowing
that is the question !
Thinking over these words and finding a story to knit around is quite hard. At least for me, maybe others have children to describe who blow up a baloon or terrorists to blow up a building, the hat that had been blown away, or the wind who is still blowing.
There are also other meanings but they are more for X or XX blogs and not for a brave, innocent family friendly blog like this, entertained by a brave, innocent, honest, correct, clean, retired ex working mum, faithful wife, mother and housewife.
Finally I remembered something which happened when I was a child, so it's clean enough to read. (I mean for this blog).
I was in the bedroom of my parents and found a baloon on the bedside table. The color was not that exciting for a child, not even red, blue or green no it looked quite transparent and boring. But nevertheless I took one and tried to blow it up. I blew and blew and blew but it was very hard to get blown up !
My cheaks got thick and thicker, my head red and redder and suddenly somebody stormed in the room snatched the still not blown up baloon out of my mouth and hands and screemed in horror ! I didn't understand the world anymore, it was my mother ! Why was she so upset that I had taken a baloon on her night table ? There were enough left !
Later on I understood. And I thought if she wouldn't have made such a mess I would never had kept this event in my memories.
So keep this in mind : whenever your child finds a "balloon" or a X-Video in your home, don't forget it has not (yet) such a dirty mind as you !
Why do you always buy baloons for Dad and never for me ?