Hey, dudes. Barry here with thrilling stories from the Land of the Rising Sun. No, wait. That’s not it. The Land of the Setting Sun? Close, but not. . . Ah! The Sunshine State.
That’s the ticket.
My wife, our four kids and I just got back from a week-long vacation in Florida, where we went to visit family and enjoy a nice little time away from Charlotte for spring break. It was exactly what the Florida tourism board likes to order up for its commercials. It was sunny and breezy every day, with little to no rain all week long. In short: Perfect.
For some reason, the wind started talking to my kids. And what it said to them was: Go spent lots of money at Costco. Maybe Costco has a placement deal going with the wind, but whatever.
The little dudes and dudettes decided they wanted to go fly kites on the beach since we had such a fantastic, steady bit of wind most every day. I was, to put it mildly, dubious at first. But, dudes? I was wrong.
It was awesome!
We got back from Costco with the kites and then spent the next three hours learning how each of the kites caught the wind, what we could make them do and that slap fights don’t go over well when you’re trying to fly a kite with the same hand that’s doing the slapping. Although we probably should have known that last one.
The only person not having fun was my youngest, a daughter. She was having some issues getting her kite up into the air. Well, that’s not exactly true. She could get the kite up in the air, it just wouldn’t stay in the air for more than a second or two before trying to dash itself to splinters on the ground.
It was such a perfect day, though, that even that setback turned out to be a good thing. She went over and talked to her mom, who got into a nice long conversation both my daughter and the kite, and had some very nice bonding time. About ten minutes later, once the wind picked up just a bit, that kite was in the air to stay.
Eventually it was time to go back inside, but the rush wasn’t forgotten. The next day, we headed out to do some more kite flying. That got cut short, though, because we had to be at the golf course for a tournament in which all the kids and me were playing.
As we were leaving for the tournament, my oldest girl said the the kite flying would help her golf because she learned how to read the wind. Not sure if that really did pan out, but I do know she enjoyed the heck out of herself. As did all her brothers, sister and parents.
Who would of thought my kids telling me to go fly a kite would actually be a good thing?