When I was a kid there was an open field in the middle of the block behind our house (empty but for the ram it housed - (maybe) more on that another time). It seems to me that hot air balloons would land in that field with some regularity every summer. Maybe it was just the one time and my memory has take the liberty of blurring the line between what really happened and what I want to have happened.
At any rate, I can remember specifically the day a hot air balloon came so close I thought it would run into the roof. We ran to the window in my parent's upstairs bedroom to watch as it came closer, and once it passed, ran to the window in the bathroom to see where it was going.
Also, I once took a ride in a hot air balloon. Did you?
Also, also, I wish with all my heart that there was a balloon fest in Honolulu. City officials? Can we make that happen?
(photos from Albuquerque Balloon Fest found here).