Everyone in my family has participated over the years, some more excitedly than others. My Mom comes to the field because my Dad enjoys it. My husband comes to the field because I threaten him if he doesn't :-) (really, he enjoys it. I have to threaten him to do anything that involves standing still for more than five minutes at a time. The man can not relax). My Father and I have both threatened my Mother and husband with buying a balloon and getting our pilot's license. I'm certain we both will eventually.
And it looks like my darling daughter, Sweet Pea, has been bitten by the bug as well. This is a picture of her very first balloon ride (please notice the lines from the basket - we were tied off to no less than three vehicles. We weren't going far.)
That's her cute little head barely above the edge of the basket (and me standing behind her). I was afraid she might cry at the loud sound of the propane being fired. But nope. She cried when we had to get out. In fact, she ran straight over to a pilot friend of ours and begged him to take her up (which he would have done but he hadn't tied off to tether). Instead she spent the next twenty minutes standing in the basket with him anchored to the ground during the glow - and thought it was the best thing in the world. I have no doubt the minute we say she's old enough to fly by herself she's going to be begging Uncle Harry to take her up. I started ballooning when I was 15 and have crewed every year since. Who knows, she's been involved since before she was born. Maybe she'll be the first one in the family to get her license.
Until that happens I'll just enjoy the chance to fly whenever I can. I've been up five times over fifteen years. And it always amazes me how quiet it is above the world. There is absolutely nothing more peaceful than that.
Where do you find peace?