If I had a hot air balloon, I wouldn’t be flying high. I’d just scrape the tree tops and scare the crap out of people by suddenly and silently appearing overhead. WHRROAR my burners would go, as I filled the balloon with some more hot air to avoid landing myself in the next tree.

Because we were stuck with a professional we weren’t allowed to do that, except for when we were coming in to land. It was still fun to wave to tiny people and freak out the local dogs and horses.