Something you may not know about me: It's all my grandma's fault. She used to travel to Albuquerque, NM to the balloon festival they had every year. She'd go around talking to people and taking pictures. Then she'd write up an article about it and sell it to the local newspaper, The Conroe Courier . I asked her one time if she ever went up in the balloons, and she said no, she didn't want to go in one - she just liked looking at them. I thought that was crazy - you should go up in one, right? So that's how a hot air balloon ride was put on my bucket list. Fast forward a few years. For Valentine's Day in 2016 my husband of almost 25 years (anniversary is in April) informed me that he bought us a ticket to ride on a hot air balloon. I was shocked. I always pictured my ride on the balloon tied to a rope and going straight up, then straight down. I wasn't sure I could handle a balloon RIDE. It took us until NOVEMBER for me to get the gut
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