Dandelions

Do you remember the magic of dandelions?  I don't know what it was as a child but I remember being so enthralled by their fluffiness and then watching them dance in the wind after you blew them from the stem. I remember being asked not to blow the seeds when they grew in the lawn and how hard it was to see them there all puffed out just ready to fly and have to leave them be.  So when you found a field full it was thrilled because you could pick one after another after another.  It seems this must be a childhood ritual to enjoy this process.