One of the things I wanted to do this summer was make a kite. I once made a kite together with my grandfather years ago when I was a kid, which probably was the trigger for this desire of mine in the first place. So when visiting my grandparents, I asked my grandfather if he would like to make a kite with me. He ended up teaching me all kinds of little tricks which I would never have come up with by myself. It was great. Our kite didn’t fly that well, but the ones that were stacked away above a high closet (probably the ones we once made) turned out to still work pretty good after all those years.
August 30, 2011 at 23:52
oh my goodness, this post is SO CUTE. in every way. i love kites.
September 1, 2011 at 03:43
How lovely. Who cares if they even fly! You still have a grandfather… and you got to spend all day together!
Magical Day Dream
September 1, 2011 at 22:10
@ Suzy: me too :) but I guess that was kinda obvious…
@ Style Dilettante: Very true! And I am so grateful for that. It really meant a lot to me.