Once, I was flying a kite in a field with my friends and their kids.
I accidentally let go of the string, and the kite soared across the 20 acre field.
For some strange reason, I decided I would run after it to catch it.
So I did.
It was a long run.
I'm not a runner.
In fact, I'm not even a long walker.
Immediately after I caught the string for the kite, I huffed and puffed and sat down in the field.
And, I cursed myself for having the brilliant idea of chasing the kite.
From that day forward, I always secretly wish to see someone let go of a kite string so they can run after the kite and make a fool out of themselves like I did.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Let's go fly a kite...
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2 comments:
WOW!
I really just don't even know what to say about that but running after something totally sucks!
About the only time you will catch me running is if something and/or someone is running after ME.
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