I love spring. I love the first days of spring before the tree sperm coats everything in a gross green color and before I start sneezing my head off. I was shopping for a birthday present for my nephew last week and I saw something I couldn’t resist. A kite. It brought back so many great memories from my childhood. I thought I would share one.
My dad reached down and buttoned my sweater a little tighter. He smiled at me, grabbed my tiny little three-year old hand, and walked me across the street to the empty field there. I remember pushing the hair out of my face over and over because the fine curly hair of a three-year old just didn’t stay in place on a windy day.
My dad held this triangle-shaped thing in his hand. I remember it had Snoopy on it. He was sleeping on top of his dog house just like he did in the cartoons! I didn’t understand what we were doing, but I knew I was with my Dad, so I was happy. He had me sit down in the field and told me to look closely at what he was doing.
I heard a snapping sound and a rustle as the wind caught the Snoopy triangle. It quickly lifted over my Dad’s head. I saw the little string holding it to a cardboard roll in my Dad’s hands. He let the string roll out from in between his middle and ring finger and slowly pulled downward. The kite flew up higher and higher! I watched it rise way into the air and I remember wondering if it could touch the birds!
Dad then came over to me and slid the cardboard roll into my tiny hands. He showed me how to pull down and make the kite fly higher. We laughed together as it went higher and higher into the air. The long purple tail on the kite flapped in the wind. I remember cuddling up against him and smelling Old Spice while we sat there and flew a kite for what seemed like hours. Neither of us seemed in any hurry to bring it down.
Do you have any pleasant memories of spring?
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