The last festival I went to was in our town. There were many balloons. It was a balloon festival in honor of balloon day. I was 10 at the time and I was thrilled about it. I begged my parents to take me there for a long time, and after a while they agreed. I had a great pleasure because my mother decided that this is not a festival but a restaurant of some cuisine. She didn't know where we were going and agreed to come with us. Fortunately, we all managed to get positive emotions. We even took a picture with the balloon monster!