I remember New Year's Day as a child - on New Year's Eve my parents would go to the Coronado Country Club for a big party. My brother and I would fall asleep with my Grandmother caring for us. I would wake up, so excited before dawn and there would always be at least a half dozen helium balloons of various colors hovering at the ceiling in my bedroom. My brother had the same and we would run around the house with our balloons squealing and playing until one would get away and drift up to the 16 foot peak of the living room ceiling. No one would retrieve the ones that got away; we had to wait for the gas to weaken and they would drop slowly down to within our reach.
I know my parents worked hard to get our Christmas presents (always Breyer type horses for me!), and we loved them, but there was just something about the floating balloon tradition that kept us enthralled each year!
