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November 03, 2013, 04:08:01 PM |
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I took a blue party balloon and pulled it over my feet and stuck my arms through it. I jumped down a little hill and I would soar to the bottom. I was able to increase speed by moving my arms or blowing into the balloon. Once I really got going (we went to my friends house), I was soaring through a forest of tall trees, probably pines. I had complete control over my trajectory, like a bird. It was way more fun than flying in a dream, flying in a balloon allows you to react to the air around you in a unique, controllable, way.
I remember saying that I would jump off a building in downtown Raleigh in the balloon. I didn't do it then but I flew the balloon back to my friends house, where it popped upon hitting the top of the garage.
This is what life can be like. It sure beats anything the capitalistic world has to offer.
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