We explained to the Gardner our dilemma. He convinced us
that our fears were unfounded and we could build our own wood kite. Up to that
time my brother and I could only build pointer broom kits. Which were not very
efficient kits. They were prone to breaking easily and had bad flying
records. The Gardner then proceeded to
lead us through the steps of making our own wood kite with old pieces of board
hanging around our yard. With the assistance of my aunt Yvonne who provide us
with some of her Grease Proof paper and some color Barbados Paper we built two
singing engine kits with big bulls so that they could hum in the air. The kits being completed mine was put to the
test flight. It flew so high it homed so loud it could be heard for miles my
heart could not stop pounding with happiness.
Then as if out of nowhere a strong gosh of wind blew and pop went the
twine (Crochet #0) and away flew my kite.
There was no time to waste straight away we plunged in to action running
in the direction of the falling kite. As fast as the kite fell it disappeared
more speedily. We now had to go from yard to yard over fences fearing dogs and
angry shouts. Finally we got to the yard of an old lady and decided to ask her
if she had seen a kite fall. “Yes” she
said, and then asks us to describe the kite. I slept well that night with my
kite by my bedside.
Once upon an Easter
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