Soaring freely on wings of silky canvas fabric, a colourful kite is barely seen against a clear blue sky. Higher than any of the other kites, it soars above the open fields, and kids resembling ants below. Twenty assorted kites jostled for manoeuverability. Higher above them floated a sky flyer, its fabric skin taunt against a warm updraft and wind. Stressed to the breaking point, the tethered line held fast to the kite's structural frame. Lazy dog day afternoons are meant for relaxing, and will be recalled in declining years of age. Higher than any of the other kites, the Sky Flyer waved its long tail. One by one the lines ended in a fastened knot around spool reels. Eyes fixated on the height of the sky flyer. Kids cheered, and town's folk paused, awed with delight of playful kites. This September of Nineteen-Ten Is a momentous day. Quote: Boy, kids had fun back in the olden days. Modern kids are missing out on life. At sixty, I want to go fly a kite!