She bought the red balloon. It was round and bigger than the others.
7 year old Sheila raced home with her balloon.
She reached the centre of the garden, closed her eyes, held the balloon tightly and said the magic words. Thrice, just like her brother had told her to.
She was still standing..
Maybe it was like a kite and she needed to run to take off.
She ran down the garden as fast as she could but it didn’t help.
Her brother couldn’t have lied.
Maybe the balloon was too small.
Tomorrow she would buy a bigger balloon.