It is a windy day. We get free newspapers from the major newspaper distributor and they don't seem to be staying in the letterbox at all. As we chase the flying newspaper in our yard, mum and I come across a transparent plastic bag. It is attached to a line. I let my imagination run wild, this contraption is probably a kite. However, the plastic bag is broken and not very pretty, so I swap it for a red Warehouse plastic bag. I have also extended the line so the kite can fly a bit higher.
How often does an adult have time to fly a kite? I guess everybody is too busy working or doing housework. I fly a kite without a care in the world. I haven't felt so happy for a long time.
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