Kite Lost Kite Found
by Gary Crenshaw
I had a homemade tail-less diamond kite that I built using actual bamboo poles for the frame. Like most stories go I was flying the kite at around nine hundred feet high when an un-welcome change in wind speed came up.
This is where a kite that was flying great changes shape and takes on a mind of its own. In other words, before you can reel it back in it usually lands itself in the tallest tree in sight. This time that was about a quarter of a mile away and across two roads, so chalk one more up for the tree.
Two weeks later I was working in my back yard when my wife pointed into the sky and said 'Hey, is that your kite up there?'. Sure enough it was and I just thought maybe the wind blew it loose and maybe caught the string on something.
I walked toward the kite and as I got closer I saw a small boy about seven years old standing in a yard with the kite line tied to his fishing pole. As I got closer to him he yelled 'LOOK AT MY KITE, I FOUND IT IN A DITCH, LOOK AT MY KITE'. His eyes were lit up like the sun and he was absolutely right, IT WAS HIS KITE.