we went up to shoreline this weekend with grandpa alan and grammie ginger to fly our new kite. it was epic. no running needed, the kite took off like a rocket up to the azur blue sky. the tension on the string reminded me of fly fishing and childhood memories of flying kites with my dad flooded my mind. the sun was out, the kite was up, what could make it better? let’s see. how about if my girls were even remotely interested. yep. that’s right. they were into it for, maybe 1 minute. no joke.
question of the day: really fond childhood memories?