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One breezy afternoon, J-Girl let go of a red birthday balloon she’d been twirling. Instead of floating away, the balloon zipped straight back down and bonked her on the head.
“Oi!” she snapped — then gasped. The balloon shimmered gold and whispered: “Hop on if you want to travel through time.”
Now, sensible kids would run. But J-Girl? She grabbed the string.
Whoosh! She was lifted into the sky, spinning until she landed in a park filled with toddlers. A girl wearing a tutu was licking icing off her face. J-Girl realised it was… herself, at age three.
The balloon tugged again. This time she tumbled into her seventh birthday, where she was bossing her cousins around like a pint-sized general. “Typical,” J-Girl muttered.
Each bounce took her further — past birthdays filled with bouncy castles, awkward fringe haircuts, and way too much glitter. She laughed at them all, even the embarrassing ones.
Finally, the balloon carried her into the future. She saw herself at twelve, confidently blowing out candles while friends cheered. At sixteen, taller and cooler, making jokes that had everyone howling.
“Wow,” she whispered. “I really do keep growing braver.”
The balloon floated her gently back to her present-day living room. She landed with a thump on the sofa, just as Mum walked in with snacks.
“You alright?” Mum asked.
J-Girl nodded, clutching the balloon. “Yeah. Just… travelled through my entire life. No biggie.”
The balloon gave a cheeky squeak, then popped into confetti.
J-Girl grinned. “Best ride ever.”
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