The last time I remember I’ve flied a kite was in 3rd grade. I remember thinking I might fly away with the kite, for I was very short and thin at the time. I wasn’t afraid, because I knew someone would catch me if I would fly along with the kite – and I knew everyone would be very impressed at how thin i was.
It soared so far above her, nothing more than a speck in the sky, when the string snapped. she didn’t cry, didn’t even make a sound. it was free now and she only wished she could fly away the same way it had, in a flurry of color
I didn’t fly enough kites when I was young. I can only remember doing it once, when I was very young with dad. I remember it was perfect weather for it, and we all seemed happy. I want to be a kid again.
Sunny days in a park by the ocean
Children playing soccer
Riding my bike
The birds in the trees were not always there
The wind blows and the kite flies
Dozens of the colorful fabric frames
Floating, twisting,
Tangled kites
They’re flying high above the ground, able to see everything. The bright colors of the children’s toys, the knotted tails fluttering through the wind, they swoop and dive dancing a simple ballet.
the small orange and blue kite fluttered in the wind
it was tossed and turned, flipped end over end
then, dashed to the ground
the small boy holding his mothers hand ran over to the wreckage, wailing his distress
The words on the kite stated:They told me that I was having a heart attack.But I knew better.It was just me finally ripping you out of my heart.He cut the string,and let the kite go.
Majesty is found in fewer and fewer things each day, in my own opinion. Darel’s favorite spot down the river had turned over dry, the mountains were shrinking, but on those cold windy days, you could still find a spot of hope fluttering through clouds and smog. Macy’s kite.
She thought it was odd that the kite was stuck in that particular tree. That particular tree was dead, and the children didn’t play there anymore. She thought about taking it down. She decided against it.
I was on top of a hill, holding the end of the string and watching the kite circle and swoop above me. “There’s a falcon that lives in the woods,” he said. “It thinks the kite is its baby.” I believed everything he said. Our days were simple then. It was love, young love, and it was wonderful. I trusted truly and completely, without hesitation. Things have changed drastically since I’ve last seen him.
She left the kite in the trunk of my car like some reminder of, oh hey, remember? We used to have so much fun together. But oh, hey, remember how you used to cut me down all the time? Like a kite with a broken string.
someday i’ll have an opportunity to return to the white horse at uffungton where i flew a kite for the last time. then i’ll bring a big kite and fly again. A big colourful kite. I’ll bring robert with me and watch him smile with his big white teeth all exposed. a happy smile.
i think its something out of a tale, fairytale. i don’t think that there are some kites out there. it is irreal. but it’s good for the children , which think that there ARE some kites out there and i think we should let them believe in what they think is good.
I had nothing to say to her about flying the kite in the hall way. After all, I was the one that installed the giant industrial fan in the attic for when I cooked chips and forgot the oil.
Kites fly… they soar… they seem to be this symbol of freedom and purity.
I don’t argue with that.
There was a movie out a couple of years ago, I didn’t see it but I remember there was ids in the middle east flying a kite… Freedom
I still remember the day my dad took my sister and I to the park. We had all the things we needed, a picnic blanket, food, and a kite. That was the one day we got the chance to bond. I got to fly like the kite, but with no strings attached.
Flying high with a ribbon like a ponytail: a kite reimagined as a child. Carefree and flying, flowing, but still tied down to Earth by people and string. Spurred on by the wind, the kite struggles to be free, on its own, completely independent: adolescent rebellion.Sadly, the kite returns to reality: adulthood.
I love a good old big kite. Just running up and down the beach with it trailing behind me is so fun. Watching other people and seeing how unqie each of their kites are. I love you kite.
fly me off to the great heavens on kites as colourful as the homo flag and as great as a brilliant bird, held on by strings by kids on the ground. they choose how these birds fly. they choose where they go and if they end up in a tree or see
another sunrise.
one time i was looking up on a sunny afternoon and i saw something colourful, a dot in the sky. when i examined it further, it was a parrot. the parrot had a top hat on and a bow in its mouth. i screamed with delight and shrieked with joy. i could not believe what i was seeing. alas, it was a kite.
She took the kite, yellow material, and threw it up in to the passing breeze. It span around in angry circles before plumeting to the ground. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried again, the sun setting high over the hills.
Who wants to fly as a kite? It is overrated to fly so close to the birds. The air might be fresher up there, but imagine such an isolated lifestyle. Watching everything at the bottom of God’s world and wishing you could be on the ground so that you could mix with all the people, feel their warmth and affection. No, I would rather be down here that fly so near the sun and risk getting burnt by the sun.
i liked to see small children fly kites. i was amazed at the way that kites could stay up in the sky, and look so peaceful while doing it. i liked how they merely floated, and bobbed up and down in the think mass of blue sky in the summer.
But most of all, i liked to be the one holding the kite, running down a hill and trying to get it to fly up. Childhood memories <3 . wait… i'm still a child….
Let’s go fly a kite. Let us watch it rise above us and fly into the sky. Will we see it kiss the clouds? Like flying with your feet still on the ground.
I remember a few weeks ago flying a kite with my 3 year old son. I was amazed at how the $3 dollar kite flew better than the $25 dollar kite that I boutght last spring.
Kite flying is a great thing to do – especially with someone you love.
The big kite flue over the city it was blue with purple sparkles. I ran really fast to keep it in the air and my hair whipped around my face like snake trying to bite my eyes out. The string kept tugging on my hand until there were red dents in my skin where it had pulled too tight. Eventually I let go and the kite flew away as I clutched my now red, sore hand. I went home and cleaned it, then put some ice on it and bandaged it all up. I went to bed early and when I woke, the dents had gone but the red lines remained, the glittered slightly in the light. I kept washing them, looking at them, rubbing at them but they wouldn’t go away. I put gloves on so that no-one would see, when I went to school. That night when I came home I took the gloves off and both hands and identical lines running all over them. That’s when I knew that I had to call you.
öhhm, tänker på dn dä filmen som kom ut fö nå år sen. borde si dn, ha it gjort d än, fast ja t.o.m tänkt fa på bio. oj, sku va skönt å flyga drake i dehä vädre. haha, tiden börja på nytt nä ja faila. lalala. ännu lite till. one more…
The last time I remember I’ve flied a kite was in 3rd grade. I remember thinking I might fly away with the kite, for I was very short and thin at the time. I wasn’t afraid, because I knew someone would catch me if I would fly along with the kite – and I knew everyone would be very impressed at how thin i was.
It soared so far above her, nothing more than a speck in the sky, when the string snapped. she didn’t cry, didn’t even make a sound. it was free now and she only wished she could fly away the same way it had, in a flurry of color
A kite, isn’t that a bird as well as something that you throw into the sky in a vain hope of having it not get stuck in a tree?
I didn’t fly enough kites when I was young. I can only remember doing it once, when I was very young with dad. I remember it was perfect weather for it, and we all seemed happy. I want to be a kid again.
The kite gave me new life. I saw myself flying high and never wanting to come down. The only thing that would stop the flight would be the night.
I took my kite out for a fly the other day. The winds surrounded the kite with joy.
Sunny days in a park by the ocean
Children playing soccer
Riding my bike
The birds in the trees were not always there
The wind blows and the kite flies
Dozens of the colorful fabric frames
Floating, twisting,
Tangled kites
They’re flying high above the ground, able to see everything. The bright colors of the children’s toys, the knotted tails fluttering through the wind, they swoop and dive dancing a simple ballet.
the small orange and blue kite fluttered in the wind
it was tossed and turned, flipped end over end
then, dashed to the ground
the small boy holding his mothers hand ran over to the wreckage, wailing his distress
The words on the kite stated:They told me that I was having a heart attack.But I knew better.It was just me finally ripping you out of my heart.He cut the string,and let the kite go.
Cos’è un nibbio? Forse un rapace verace? O forse un veloce rapace reale. Aspetto asolo la fine dei secondi
sometimes i feel like a kite floating over my own reality. On those days, I don’t want to land. I’d rather stay in the air, unsure of the destination.
i don’t know what does it mean. i’m italian.now i search on google .
so, air, free, summer
Majesty is found in fewer and fewer things each day, in my own opinion. Darel’s favorite spot down the river had turned over dry, the mountains were shrinking, but on those cold windy days, you could still find a spot of hope fluttering through clouds and smog. Macy’s kite.
She thought it was odd that the kite was stuck in that particular tree. That particular tree was dead, and the children didn’t play there anymore. She thought about taking it down. She decided against it.
I was on top of a hill, holding the end of the string and watching the kite circle and swoop above me. “There’s a falcon that lives in the woods,” he said. “It thinks the kite is its baby.” I believed everything he said. Our days were simple then. It was love, young love, and it was wonderful. I trusted truly and completely, without hesitation. Things have changed drastically since I’ve last seen him.
She left the kite in the trunk of my car like some reminder of, oh hey, remember? We used to have so much fun together. But oh, hey, remember how you used to cut me down all the time? Like a kite with a broken string.
someday i’ll have an opportunity to return to the white horse at uffungton where i flew a kite for the last time. then i’ll bring a big kite and fly again. A big colourful kite. I’ll bring robert with me and watch him smile with his big white teeth all exposed. a happy smile.
i think its something out of a tale, fairytale. i don’t think that there are some kites out there. it is irreal. but it’s good for the children , which think that there ARE some kites out there and i think we should let them believe in what they think is good.
Triangles are half circles and if a circle is imperfect with 366.666…. degrees then a triangle also doesnt touch at the edges.
I had nothing to say to her about flying the kite in the hall way. After all, I was the one that installed the giant industrial fan in the attic for when I cooked chips and forgot the oil.
It had only just quit raining after three sodden weeks and went to fly our kite near the tor.
Kites come and go. Floating in the wind, but it is within your control. Bright colours against a pale blue sky. Beauty connected by a string.
He takes me high, high. He wakes me up, he takes me down, he’s got me ten feet off the ground. He takes me high… high.
As… a kite, to make it relevant to the subject at hand?
Ohmygosh, Lio Matsuda, you make me so so so happy. <3
Kites fly… they soar… they seem to be this symbol of freedom and purity.
I don’t argue with that.
There was a movie out a couple of years ago, I didn’t see it but I remember there was ids in the middle east flying a kite… Freedom
hello how are you?
i Am vishal rathod
i am from India
i have done my Post
I still remember the day my dad took my sister and I to the park. We had all the things we needed, a picnic blanket, food, and a kite. That was the one day we got the chance to bond. I got to fly like the kite, but with no strings attached.
don’t disappoint. you can’t understand the difference when i fall and you fly, like a kite. you broke that string and now I can’t get you back.
Flying high with a ribbon like a ponytail: a kite reimagined as a child. Carefree and flying, flowing, but still tied down to Earth by people and string. Spurred on by the wind, the kite struggles to be free, on its own, completely independent: adolescent rebellion.Sadly, the kite returns to reality: adulthood.
I love a good old big kite. Just running up and down the beach with it trailing behind me is so fun. Watching other people and seeing how unqie each of their kites are. I love you kite.
let my kite fly in the wind fly fly fly soooo high like no kite has ever flight befor, and pleae tell me, how the world looks from aboth
fly me off to the great heavens on kites as colourful as the homo flag and as great as a brilliant bird, held on by strings by kids on the ground. they choose how these birds fly. they choose where they go and if they end up in a tree or see
another sunrise.
one time i was looking up on a sunny afternoon and i saw something colourful, a dot in the sky. when i examined it further, it was a parrot. the parrot had a top hat on and a bow in its mouth. i screamed with delight and shrieked with joy. i could not believe what i was seeing. alas, it was a kite.
She took the kite, yellow material, and threw it up in to the passing breeze. It span around in angry circles before plumeting to the ground. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried again, the sun setting high over the hills.
Who wants to fly as a kite? It is overrated to fly so close to the birds. The air might be fresher up there, but imagine such an isolated lifestyle. Watching everything at the bottom of God’s world and wishing you could be on the ground so that you could mix with all the people, feel their warmth and affection. No, I would rather be down here that fly so near the sun and risk getting burnt by the sun.
i liked to see small children fly kites. i was amazed at the way that kites could stay up in the sky, and look so peaceful while doing it. i liked how they merely floated, and bobbed up and down in the think mass of blue sky in the summer.
But most of all, i liked to be the one holding the kite, running down a hill and trying to get it to fly up. Childhood memories <3 . wait… i'm still a child….
Let’s go fly a kite. Let us watch it rise above us and fly into the sky. Will we see it kiss the clouds? Like flying with your feet still on the ground.
I remember a few weeks ago flying a kite with my 3 year old son. I was amazed at how the $3 dollar kite flew better than the $25 dollar kite that I boutght last spring.
Kite flying is a great thing to do – especially with someone you love.
The big kite flue over the city it was blue with purple sparkles. I ran really fast to keep it in the air and my hair whipped around my face like snake trying to bite my eyes out. The string kept tugging on my hand until there were red dents in my skin where it had pulled too tight. Eventually I let go and the kite flew away as I clutched my now red, sore hand. I went home and cleaned it, then put some ice on it and bandaged it all up. I went to bed early and when I woke, the dents had gone but the red lines remained, the glittered slightly in the light. I kept washing them, looking at them, rubbing at them but they wouldn’t go away. I put gloves on so that no-one would see, when I went to school. That night when I came home I took the gloves off and both hands and identical lines running all over them. That’s when I knew that I had to call you.
öhhm, tänker på dn dä filmen som kom ut fö nå år sen. borde si dn, ha it gjort d än, fast ja t.o.m tänkt fa på bio. oj, sku va skönt å flyga drake i dehä vädre. haha, tiden börja på nytt nä ja faila. lalala. ännu lite till. one more…