Kite flying has long been regarded as a very pleasurable leisure time activity. Kites can be flown by children and adults, a single person or a whole family. In the Disney film, Mary Poppins, George Banks broke through the monotony of his British life by flying a kite. Perhaps kites are magic. Or, maybe they're just ambitious.
We flew our first kite of the year yesterday. Transformers. With a tail. We went to the field where the old aircraft are displayed. Good idea right? Plenty of room to fly and run and good parking. It was going great! The one-year-old wonder was wandering through the field, Grandpa was being Kite Flyer Extraordinaire, the boy was his apprentice (or as much of an apprentice as any three-year-old can be), and (I didn't know it yet, but) I was to become a World Class Sprinter.
The Apprentice got the reins and it was going well. He'd run with it and bring it back. We took pictures and video and laughed at the... HOLY COW, it's getting away!!! With near lightning speed, I was off, kicking off my shoes in mid-stride (you just can't run in Crocs), running as fast as my out of shape, Mommy legs would carry me. I finally caught up to it on the other side of the green airplane. I was very proud of myself for catching a rogue kite (until I learned the truth).
The Truth- The kite string had gotten caught on the tail of Green Airplane and the kite had gone on to the wing (kites are ambitious) where it could go no farther and hit the ground (where I proudly caught up to it...).
The kite was pulled down... not the string.
"Maybe I should call somebody to come get it down," I suggested.
"We're right here, they'll throw us in the Brig," Grandpa wisely replied.
"Oh, it's sunday. Nothing's open anyway," I recalled.
As of now, there's still a yellow kite handle blowing in the wind off the tail of a C-123K aircraft...
I'm just waiting for the sirens.
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