The First Nightmare I Can Remember.
I was five. My young, chubby hands grasped my favorite princess sippy cup. I got out of the car, following Mommy. As we walked towards Costco, the papers she was carrying blew away in the wind, flying into the overcast sky. I forgot about my sippy cup as we walked into the building. While Mommy signed papers, I remembered that I had left the sippy cup on the curb outside.
I rushed out, and to my dismay, my favorite sippy cup had turned into a gigantic hot air balloon. I sobbed as the light-pink balloon floated out of view.