In my house growing up, my parents implemented two New Year’s Eve traditions. The first was called The Balloon Pop. It started when we were old enough to recognize New Year’s Eve but too young to stay up until midnight. To commemorate the occasion, we’d blow up a bunch of balloons, suspend them from the ceiling in a tacked-up bedsheet, and then after a countdown, typically around seven p.m., we released the balloons and ran around the basement popping them with thumbtacks for 15 seconds of bliss and chaos.
Thoughts on the Year, Past and Future
Thoughts on the Year, Past and Future
Thoughts on the Year, Past and Future
In my house growing up, my parents implemented two New Year’s Eve traditions. The first was called The Balloon Pop. It started when we were old enough to recognize New Year’s Eve but too young to stay up until midnight. To commemorate the occasion, we’d blow up a bunch of balloons, suspend them from the ceiling in a tacked-up bedsheet, and then after a countdown, typically around seven p.m., we released the balloons and ran around the basement popping them with thumbtacks for 15 seconds of bliss and chaos.