Kite for Dummies

Two Sundays ago, we went to Rizal Park for kite flying. It was an awfully humid afternoon at home, and Gabi had been throwing tantrums-- must be the heat.

Gabi with her emoticons-- damay lang ako. :)

We assumed it was a sure thing since we already knew the basics: hold the kite and pull the string when a moderate wind blows. He did those stuff actually. He was a one-man show at first, carefully tossing the kite and pulling the string while calling Gabi's attention; the kid was running loose everywhere. But our colorful butterfly kite kept on descending after several seconds in the air. He was a bit frustrated by the scene. Gabi was in awe— maybe not of our kite but of the other kites fluttering like silky patches in the sky.

Feeling for his late afternoon toil, I helped him pitch the kite up. I lost count of the times we did our routine: me tossing that piece of paper and him winding and unwinding the string. We were able to redeem ourselves though, but not for a long time. That stubborn butterfly kite eventually tumbled down, either hitting a tree branch or landing on the thin grass.

After two hours and several attempts, we decided to pack up and just eat dinner. So much for our kite flying know-how; we underestimated its physics. But at least we burned some calories! :)

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Buddy ko, you did a good job. The kite just sucked. :D