It was in the moment she saw the balloon slip out of her finger tips to float away from her that she knew. It was the sight of the balloon taking flight that inspired her. Thus it created the memory she held onto. Standing underneath the beach sky she never felt happier to chase as she did now. Her enthusiasm for this day was as bright as the red balloon she ran after. As her finger was wrapped with the gold ring she believed in her heart; chasing after her dreams was evidently the best thing she had ever done.