red balloon

Well my name is red balloon. I am a red balloon. I am afraid of sharp objects. I guess you can say it all started the day i came out of the package. It was a cold brisk day in october. I was just a small one lacking the air in my rubber that i needed to survive. And there he was...that beautiful man who blew me up and tied me to a string. He handed me to a little one that resembled himself. I was so happy to finally have found a home. Mm so now lets fast forward to about an hour. The little person seemed to have been getting restless with me, tossing me back in forth, bumping me into things, rubbing me against his hair so that i would stick statickly to the wall. I wasn't fond of this, not one bit. So then the little boy left the room giving me a chance to escape. I only had one chance, just one. I floated my way quickly across the floor. I made my way across the nightstand rolled up the side and noticed that the window was open a crack. This my friend, took every last bit of strength that i had. But i knew that i had to be free. I wasnt meant to live a life of captivity. So while the boy was in the kitchen getting his juice, i sucked in all that i had and i forced my way through that open window. Splinters were not a cause of caution for me. I was halfway through when i heard the door open. I wiggled and jiggled with all my might and finally bust free into the open air. I was so overjoyed i didnt realize that before i new it i was so high that i came across this white figure. I thought it was an angel until it came to focus. And thats when i saw it, and thats where i met my lover, my significant other...white balloon. Now its several days later and we are now divorced and fighting for legal custody of our three children, aqua balloon, lavender balloon, and grey balloon. Hey its been quite a journey and im not shy to say that im slowly deflating and my youth is growing weary. But let me tell you im still making each day count as the strong charismatic balloon that i am. No no, dont worry i'll be fine left to live out my days as one with myself. The red balloon. I tell you this story today so that my memory will live on. And that my friends...is about me.Layout made by Nvrgrowup at CreateBlog.com .