A few years ago i got over my childhood trauma of

Them taking my balloon away from me when i was five .. they said they were making a piñata out of it.. to this day i remember no piñata and no birthday party just them taking my ballon and locking me out of the house in the yard all by myself

I also remember my mother’s mother locking us all in the basement of their house .. but that was months latter..

I turned six at the farmhouse my family moved into over the border of Iowa in minnesota after my mom and dad got back together after she tried to leave him in montana where nobody visited her because she was a foreigner and my dad was always working out of town (it was a small town with not much work)

After my younger sister was born she took us all and left to go to her parents.. and they put her into a mental ward and put us all in school

I still remember the preschool or kindergarten there .. the only time i attended school (my dad had us homeschooled)

Anyway this string of memories was triggered by the sight of a balloon

I always had an affinity with that dude’s drawing of the little girl with the escaped ballon flying away out of reach

I know his name.. i just cant think of it right now .. they sold it at auction and it went down into a shredder..

Whatever that was supposed to mean 😳🤐

He’s a very famous artist whoever he is (my mind is drawing a blank) Banksy

Ah i remembered now ☺