I have two teenage children in the house, but when a packet of balloons are found to help make a pair of lungs for science homework, the delight of the humble balloon returns. Suddenly we have a balloon being used for football, badminton, volleyball and catch. Another has a smiley face drawn upon it and a third is being stuffed into clothes to make a character who will sit silently in Dad’s favourite chair.
As young children, when they came home from party with a balloon, it was given pride of place and was left for weeks until it finally shrivelled and shrank. We made bean bag balls from balloons and water bombs and they have provided hours of innocent fun. What memories does the humble balloon hold for you?
Rosie Amber 