When I was seven or eight years old, Mum and Dad took my brother and I to the kite festival in Bristol. I bought a kite with my pocket money and not long after while flying it, the string snapped and a tree ate my kite. I’ve not flown a kite since (due to a lack of kite, not some deep seated trauma).
Last weekend I went back to the kite festival, close to thirty years later and bought another kite. Today was its first outing. It was amazing.
(The string didn’t snap and while the wind lasted, it was ace, even though the photo above was taken moments before it crashed).