Last Sunday, the sun was out, the temperature was hovering in the low 80s, and it was very windy. All the elements were just right for a bit of kite flying so I decided to take Jake to our community park and teach him how to fly a kite. He was a quick learner, eagerly grabbing the line and running with it. It didn’t take him long to figure out how to get the kite in the air, though keeping it in the air was kind of a challenge for him. We both had a blast trying to see how high we could get it to go. It took about an hour and many failed attempts, but we were finally able to let out all the line.
That day will be one of those father/son memories I will cherish for many years to come and I hope he remembers the good from these times as he grows older as well.
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A memory of mine w/ flying kites is every Easter we would go to the beach and fly our brand new kites. Something I will never forget. It was the same park accross from the beach in Juno. I can see it now…….