Apr 11, 2005 19:50
I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered when my brother and I used to fly our kites at our grandma's house. We would always have so much fun making them dance, swoop, and nose dive. Robert had a Dragon on his kite, mine had the Ninja Turtles (they were my favorite cartoon), and on one particularly windy day, I put my kite in a dive and brought up to bear at just the right time (or in this case, the wrong time) and it cut Roberts line as though my kite were edged with a razor. He had gotten so mad about it. I think I'll buy him a new kite just like it and see if he remembers it at all...
I wish I could go back to those days... kinda...