I started ballooning in 1980.  As a teenager just after moving to Rio Rancho, I was awakened by an awful "whoosh" noise coming very close to my parents' house.  I proceeded into the living room where I met up with my father and we both began to search for the source of the noise.  We then looked out towards the backyard and saw a balloon just 20' above the ground.  My father yelled up at the pilot, "Want a cup of coffee?"  The pilot responded with, "sure", and landed in the street in front of our house.  He gave us all rides, and from that moment on I was hooked.

 

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