I was 5 years old.
We had gone to Delhi.
My mom got me a green balloon like this.
I loved my balloon.
We came home.
I needed to poo badly.
I refused to go to the toilet as I was afraid that the balloon would disappear.
Mom had to convince me to go to toilet.
Then, I could not hold the poo any longer.
I tied the balloon to the door handle and told my mom to guard it while I was in toilet.
I pooed quickly and came back.
My balloon was not there.
They told me it burst.
I was so upset.
I laugh when I think of it now.
Me and the green balloon.