Sunday, March 4, 2012

Let's go fly a kite!

Kites freak me out.  They always have.  I think it must be related to my fear of heights...guessing my empathy for the kite is way too strong and totally out of whack.  That and I don't relish the thought of a kite plummeting toward earth and hitting me smack dab in the middle of my head, point first.  Well, I faced my fears today and met them head on and volunteered to walk down to the annual kite festival with my little guy.  You know, I've never thought about this as I avoid all things kite as a rule, but flying a kite requires a personal assistant.  A gopher.  And, yup, this was me.  I embraced it as it kept me looking at the ground rather than the sky.  After being there a while, running back and forth, untangling lines, giving the kite lift-off support, I found myself becoming quite relaxed.  I was able to look at the sky, gaze upon the hundreds of kites, lie down on the ground with Hazel alongside me, and have a darn good time.  I think I'm over it, people!  Maybe all the rocketry fun has been kite phobia therapy...hmmmmmm....

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