When it came to ridiculous schemes, Ryan and I were brilliant.
We decided that we’d break the world record for the highest kite ever flown, so we rode our bicycles to Mott’s Five and Dime, and then to David’s Supermarket, to buy every roll of kite string that either business had. We then took our one-dollar kite and ten dollars’ worth of string to the Joshua Elementary School playground where we’d have plenty of room.
The wind was perfect: strong enough to get the kite going, but not too strong. Soon we were at the end of the first roll which we simply tied to the second roll, and so on.
Eventually we ran out of string. Our kite was a tiny speck in the sky; we were thrilled with our accomplishment. Being above average in intelligence for a fourteen-year-old, I decided to tie the kite to the back of my bicycle and pull it home, forgetting the trees and power lines between us and my house a few miles away. I made it about ten yards before a line snagged our kite.
We accepted the loss and went home. Imagine how thrilled we were when we arrived and could still see the kite from my front porch.
We got to laugh about this when Ryan brought it up a few weeks ago, both grateful that we grew up before smartphones and had to find more creative ways to entertain ourselves.