one time, my mom got me
a balloon. I tied it on my closet
door knob and after a week
it was in the bobbing up and 
down stage because yknow
helium only keeps them nice
and floaty for awhile. Anyway,
one night I was trying to sleep
(and I couldn't, which is normal)
and I just kept thinking, and after
awhile I was convinced that my
balloon was alive and was just
waiting for me to fall asleep 
to murder me. I had to lock
my balloon in my closet. no joke.
sad part is I wasn't even a kid,
this was like two years ago.