Would you believe that I have made it this far in life and I’ve never flown a kite ? Yes, embarrassing but true. I grew up in an urban area of Boston, so I guess there just wasn’t easy access to kite flying fields. I do remember my older brother planning a trip to a park to fly a kite, but for some reason it never happened. Maybe it rained, I don’t remember.
So flying a kite earlier this week was a new experience for both Mr. C and myself. It seemed to be a windy enough day, the sun was shining, so off we went with a small kite that he received as a Christmas gift, as well as a long roll of string.
My only other experience in this has been reading about Charlie Brown’s hapless adventures in kite flying, so I did not expect much. Conditions seemed to be perfect since it turned out that it’s surprisingly easy to fly a kite. After it took a few headers directly into the ground, and a lot of running around, off it went.
And run, run, run, run, we did. One of the many things I’m supposed to do is to make sure Mr. C gets some exercise during the day. Both to try to make sure he stays active, and also to try to make sure he’s tired enough to fall asleep at a reasonable hour.
All the running required to get that kite flying ended up tiring me out more than him and I ended up going to bed before he did. I am an old man.
Turns out that it’s just about impossible to get a 3 year old and a kite to appear in the same photo. As hard as I tried, either the kite or Mr. C ran or flew out of the frame. So I am left only with this shot below.