One day my family wanted to go for an exciting balloon ride. I had been high up before, so I decided I wanted to go. We went by bus because we saw buses stopping by each and every house down the street. I saw my best friend, Sahiti, so we both went on the same balloon.

When we went in line, I held onto Dad as I watched the hot air balloon go up. When it was our turn, a man asked how many people would go. There were five people. We hopped into the basket. Soon I knew we were flying higher and higher. I was a little scared at first, but then I enjoyed the view.

Then we saw a storm coming towards us. We were just daydreaming when we saw lightning! The wind tossed us out of the balloon. We landed with a thump! Good thing I had some food! I gave it to Mom, Dad, and Sahiti. I packed some food for myself too. We ate happily.

“How are we going to go home?!!!” asked Sahiti. When she said that, she vanished! “Where did Sahiti go?” I asked. “Mom, I wanna go home!” I cried. Then, I was back at home! Then Mom and Dad came home, too! “We will never go on a balloon ride again!” we all said at the same time. We never did.

By Kruti Patel