Sunday during our morning walk we passed a large open yard that took me back to my boyhood neighborhood and kite flying. I remember how our handmade 10-foot kite caught the wind, went straight up 30 feet, took a sharp left as Gordon was yelling for me to give it more rope. The neighborhood gang cheered as it climbed another 50 feet, but the higher it climbed the harder it pulled and I finally let go. It came crashing down splintering the bamboo frame and destroying its newspaper cover. The next day, we made a new kite, and flew it using gloves and a ground anchor. Make a family kite this summer and teach your family life lessons of patience and 2nd chances.
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