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Above is a picture of myself with the people who forced me to undertake this project. If my whiny children hadn't needed bedtime stories, then Ava, Jude and Summer would never have found their magical hot air balloon. Thankfully for you, they did. Night after night we talked about beautiful places all around the world, until eventually the stories became full of imagination. Instead of taking out my phone to show them the pyramids, I would describe them, and what it would be like to stand at their base, breathing the hot, dry air. Sand would swirl around their feet and they would gaze up at the rough, weathered rock, all while lying in their beds. 

Imagination and family time are the foundation of this book, and I hope you enjoy the stories as much as my family has.