Historically, my version of kite-flying has included a plastic grocery bag tied to a long piece of string. My brother, cousins and I would take our homemade kites and "fly" them; that is, we'd run up and down my Grandma's street with the plastic bag fluttering behind us, sometimes catching small gusts of wind, but only when we ran really, really fast.
Chris's version of kite-flying -- or maybe just normal kite-flying -- is very different from my version, which explains why I didn't "fly" the kite very long. Each time I grabbed the handles, the kite zoomed up, curved left into a semi-circle, then plunged nose-down into the grass. It was a 2-second flight. One, two. Up, down. This pattern never failed. For the kite's sake, I forfeited my turn at steering and just helped to launch it.
Launching wasn't much easier. Each time I'd throw the kite up, I'd sprint away with my neck craned upward so I could watch the kite's swooping nose. When it zigged, I zagged. When it curved left, I ran right. When it zoomed down, I ran faster (and screamed). It was a chicken-head dash to safety. :)
Check out our day of kite-flying. Chris has mad skills with the real deal, but wait til he tries my grocery bag kites!
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