Have you ever tried playing a kite? If not, you’ve missed one half of your life.
We were in a vacation in Sagada during the December break that time. And I was already seven years old and in grade 3. So all I knew was to waste my time in amusements.
At around one o’clock in the afternoon my cousins Joey, Ian, and Ernest dropped by at our house. They said that they want me to accompany them play a kite. I felt interested because I didn’t know how to, so I asked permission from my mother. Joey, who was one year older than me, told me to take a large cellophane, two stick brooms and thread. After that, I went to see them downstairs. Ian, the younger brother of Joey managed to help me do the procedures and Joey was already at the aid of Ernest who was the youngest among us. In about 15 minutes, we were all finished. My kite’s body color was white and was colored red in its ears and tails.
It seemed a blameless day of going out. The clouds were somewhat semi-dark and was windy, a good sign for playing a kite. A few yards away from our house, we chose the perfect venue for our operation. There were small grasses all around, there were also three carabaos eating, suspiciously staring at us when we walked near their territory. Of course you’ll expect to see their chocolatey brown colored manures all around. But the most important thing was, there were no tall trees on the spot.
I couldn’t wait to see how it feels to play my first kite. Joey first restrained the thread of his kite right through after sensing the strong wind. Ian and Ernest also did the same thing. And me, I was just standing, feeling numb, holding firmly my kite and looking at those three kites moving swiftly side by side.
In great excitement, I was just about to do the same. But then, it started to rain. I was bewildered and I didn’t know what to do. The three were already finished spinning back the thread of their kite. We ran as fast as we could. Not seeing through where I was going, I stepped on one of the feces, felt yucky but managed to run fast while the three were giggling until we reached home. I felt I wanted to cry not because I stepped on that but because of the rain. Joey came by and tapped my back for a sign of affection.
And that is how my memorable childhood experience ended. We may sometimes tend to abhor the world for ruining our happy-to-be day, especially when unexpected rain comes. But today is not the end of the world for tomorrow there is another day of satisfying what you’ve didn’t accomplish.
