I have round and rubbery skin. I breathe in and out.

I mean nothing till I need to be used,

Or morphed into what people want me to be, making kids smile.

I mean no harm, but I do have a breaking point,

And it always ends with sadness.

Most of the time I stay, waiting to be used.

I am surrounded by others who look just like me,

I'm used to this by now, doing the same thing.

Only helium can fulfill me.

Now I am a hot air balloon. People come and go,

Having our ups and downs.

I help setting a mood or just create fun.

The same people come back sometimes,

But yet they never stay.

I am big, full of color and life,

I get a feeling of excitement when I see people.

In me people have created memories,

Create laughter and joy as if I were a circus.