I remember when I was younger, about half my age now, I was able to place my hand under a bubble, and the hallow ball of soap would always float towards me. If I was gentle enough, then I would be able to hold the bubble in my hand for a few moments. To me, it was the most sensational feeling in the world. I would be so proud that I could hold a bubble. I tried doing that again last week, but as soon as the thin surface touched my flesh, it popped. Parts of it slashed onto my face, my fingers, my body. Why was it doing this, was I not being gentle enough? I think I hate bubbles now.