Post by Molly Hayes on Sept 16, 2016 20:20:18 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day with a breeze. Molly giggled as the long ears of her hat flapped in the wind and she pushed out her arms like airplane wings to run across the grass with a stupid smile on her little face. This was perfect kite flying weather. When she'd been little, sometimes the older kids would fly kites with her, and she'd always get the fun job of running with the kite until the wind caught it. The memory sparked an idea, and as soon as the lightbulb went off, Molly took off racing across the park.
Perhaps half an hour later she'd returned and emptied her pockets onto a nearby picnic table. She'd pilfered some napkins, straws, and bag-closers from nearby establishments and set about enthusiastically making a tiny napkin kite. Molly was a clever girl, and the task didn't keep her busy for too long. Soon she had her contraption tied to some fishing line she'd found by the pond and was more than ready for lift off.
Molly made her way back towards the field towing her little kite along behind her. It didn't have enough momentum to gain any altitude and so flopped pretty uselessly against the backs of her knees. Luckily she hadn't let the string trail too long, or it might have shredded the delicate paper skin on the dirty ground. Once she was on the field proper Molly turned around to regard her kite. She hauled it up into her hands and gave it a good-luck kiss before releasing it and twisting into a sprint.
The little girl raced across the field, her face lit up in joy, as the sad little napkin attempt at a kite puttered along behind her. It reused to catch the breeze, and so when Molly made it to the other side of the field in a breathless huff she turned right back around to try again. The giggles hadn't turned into frustration. Yet.
Perhaps half an hour later she'd returned and emptied her pockets onto a nearby picnic table. She'd pilfered some napkins, straws, and bag-closers from nearby establishments and set about enthusiastically making a tiny napkin kite. Molly was a clever girl, and the task didn't keep her busy for too long. Soon she had her contraption tied to some fishing line she'd found by the pond and was more than ready for lift off.
Molly made her way back towards the field towing her little kite along behind her. It didn't have enough momentum to gain any altitude and so flopped pretty uselessly against the backs of her knees. Luckily she hadn't let the string trail too long, or it might have shredded the delicate paper skin on the dirty ground. Once she was on the field proper Molly turned around to regard her kite. She hauled it up into her hands and gave it a good-luck kiss before releasing it and twisting into a sprint.
The little girl raced across the field, her face lit up in joy, as the sad little napkin attempt at a kite puttered along behind her. It reused to catch the breeze, and so when Molly made it to the other side of the field in a breathless huff she turned right back around to try again. The giggles hadn't turned into frustration. Yet.