The other day my niece had a red balloon that she accidentally let go of. We watched it float away over treetops and into endless blue sky. She was on the verge of tears as she watched it slip away. But then I remembered the story of The Red Balloon. So I told her that it was okay because the balloon was flying away to have its own adventures. It would meet all kinds of animals and new people and visit foreign countries and have the time of its life. It might fly over Disneyland and the zoo or maybe Japan or Africa. She just smiled at me, looked up at the sky and soon enough, she happily started climbing and digging in the dirt again.