A kid flying a kite is a cool sight and without getting too cliche it's kinda good for the soul. Well at least my heart was warmed the other day when the boy across the road was flying one, it was bright against the blue sky, a reminiscent symbol of days gone and he looked pretty pleased with himself as well. But the next day I saw the kite stuck up in a big bush of ivy. I imagined his distraught face, not to mention his Mum's when she no doubt had to spend the following half hour consoling, calming and finally bribing away the tears.
I climbed the fence, balanced precariously, dodged the barbed wire and the ivy but my height (or lack of) defied me and so the kite remained. A kite stuck in a tree, a sad sight, a symbol of childhood lost and…..and I'll leave it at that before I get carried away with the metaphors.
So today, I took a brand spanking new kite across the road, it was blue and red and even had spiderman on it ( it's pretty much a given that little boys love spiderman). He wasn't home but I am sure his face will light up when he sees it and on the next windy day I expect I'll see spiderman flying high, but remember little man, please…. not near the kite hungry ivy! Kindness #14….For the love of kites.
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