Flying High

    I jumped out of bed with Rex at my heels, today was the day I had been waiting for all week.  Grandpa and I were going flying. After getting dressed and having a hurried breakfast, Rex and I headed out the front door and up the road to my Grandparents.  Grandpa was  in the kitchen having his second cup of tea, Grandma had my glass of  fresh milk already poured and on the table.  This was our "Big" day and nothing was going to stop us!  The sun was shining and the breeze on top of Potter Hill was just perfect.                                                                                  
     We finished our drinks and opened the door to their upstairs bedrooms and our final destination, the attic.  It was a huge room that covered the entire upstairs of their farmhouse. It was filled with old trunks, furniture, pictures, books and best of all "kites". Grandpa passed his love of kites on to me. We had kites of all different sizes, colors and shapes. Grandma had made the rag tails for our kites, of varied colors, that Grandpa attached. My very favorite kite was a bright yellow one with a blue tail.  We picked up our kite string, kite handle, and of course the YELLOW kite. We had names for all of our kites, this one was called "sunlight"because it looked like a bright ball of sunlight in the sky.
     We walked across the yard to the open field which surrounded their home  Grandpa attached the string and handle to the kite and let out several yards of string and asked me if I was ready with a big smile on his face.  He started to run with "sunshine" and let her go at just the right speed and up she went, like a beautiful bird.  There is no thrill, like the feel of a kite in your hands and  the power and pull of  it as it dances in the air ." Sunshine" with it's bright blue tail dancing behind it was a sight to behold!
    Grandpa and I whopped with delight and laughter as our kite danced with the breeze. We took turns holding her because it takes strength in you arms to be a part of a kites dance.  No one could fly a kite like my Grandfather.  He could make "sunshine" swoop up and down like a giant bird in the sky or make her stand still without moving like a ray of sunlight. Rex would run around barking and jumping in delight at the sound of our laughter.  I truly believed he enjoyed it as much as we did. This particular day Grandma came out to join us as we played with our kite. I'm not sure who she enjoyed more, the kite, Rex, Grandpa, or her grand-daughter. She put her head back and roared with laughter at us.
     Finally Grandma said it was time to go back to the house and get ready for lunch and afternoon chores.  Grandpa rolled in "sunshine" and as I held her, he pulled her to the ground.  What a great morning we had!  As we put her away in the attic, we said goodbye until another day of flying.