Sunday morning I woke up to a sound all too familiar.  Hot air balloons.  I was so excited I jumped out of bed as if I were 5 and it was Christmas.  I saw my parents had already made it out the door, as had most of the neighborhood.  I knew I wouldn't know anyone, so I jumped up, threw on my robe, and ran outside.  Oh how wonderful.  We watched them all and were surprised to see some coming awfully close!  One landed just behind a house but my mom thought it might have hit a tree.  She told my dad to get the video camera and capture the moment because, "this is news!"  In Chagrin...it is.