There it goes, up in the sky
There it goes, beyond the clouds
For no reason why
And, I can’t cry hard enough…
For you to hear me now
–From The Williams Brothers
This is what I do. I hold my little boy while he cries and cries because he let of go his purple balloon. It floated away in a morning nightmare. He is completely inconsolable. I promise him we’ll get another balloon, but this brings little comfort.
“Froggy gave me that one,” Sully says.
Froggy is a turtle, and Sully’s imaginary friend.
Maybe Froggy will bring another balloon tonight.
In the 1956 movie, Le Ballon Rouge, or in English, The Red Balloon, the balloon actually chooses the little boy. If you’re a member of Generation X and you were in grade school in the 1960s, chances are you saw this popular movie. I really liked it! Do you remember it?
I enjoyed watching films in grade school. My favorite was a 1969 documentary, Leo Beuerman. I never got over this film. “Never-got-over” meaning it’s haunted me my entire life. Its images stalk me…
If you saw the documentary in grade school, I’ve been waiting 30-something years to talk to someone about this movie.
“You are my sun, momma,” Sully says. Maybe you’ll get a balloon, too.”
MOMMA: “What does it mean to be the sun?”
SULLY: “You’re not the sun. You’re my sun.”
Did you ever see the Red Balloon film in school?