Mel writes in:

I don’t remember how old I was, probably about 6 or 7, but I had received a balloon and was very excited about it. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite grasp the idea of helium (except “don’t let go”). When we got home and I stepped out of the car, the balloon slipped from hand. As it floated slowly up into the sky I started crying and yelling at my dad to “get a ladder and get it!!” I didn’t understand why they were laughing at my pain…and I still blame my dad for not trying.