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The grey spring skies swirled with fast-moving clouds and it was the perfect day to test the Mylar balloon tube.  The tube was six feet long and ten inches across and it would inflate with the strong wind, crinkling and filling until it pulled itself free to sail through the suburban backyards.  Kate ran after her balloon to inflate it again.  No one stopped the eight year old from running over their grass, and there were no fences except for two, much further down the block than she would travel.  Kate snatched up the balloon to fill and release it again, but she paused to look around.  Though not exactly the same, the houses were similar and gave Kate a similar feeling of quiet.  The trees had yet to unfurl leaves, but the grass was a brilliant green.  Dark grey and light grey swirled above.  She felt excitement and adventure around the corner.