Flying...kites

One of my fond memories of childhood is that of flying kites. When I was very young my father would take my sister and me to the open space near our house and he would fly the kite. He would let the kite go very far- it would take a long time to bring it back and wind all the string. The specialty was that father would make a long tail for the kite, so that when the kite is flying, the tail would be blowing in the wind, creating a beautiful moving imagery. It was a sight to behold. There is hardly any kite flying now!