Kite in the park

作者: sunny 11 年，3 月 ago

(0 comments)

Blue sky, white clouds, budding trees and blooming flowers, this is the most beautiful time in Vermont. Golden sunlight, fresh breeze, singing birds and shining grasses, this is the best time to be outside. Drawn by the beautify weather, we run out of the house and charge for the park. With his favorite space-shuttle- kite in hand, my boy can’t wait to fly it in the park.

Many people answer the same call from the Mother Nature and turn the park into a sport party. Little boys with red caps are learning baseball with the cheers from their parents. Young students in blue school sport shirts are playing matching games. Balls are flying; people are laughing. Mixed with the occasional screaming of scared seagulls, energy is flowing around the whole park. Even grandmothers near the play ground feel the energy; they stand up and join the play with their happy grandchildren.

We come to join the party. Just after we get out of the car, my boy and his father start to quarrel. The boy wants to fly the kite in the north part near the garden and the father wants him to play near the south with more people. Before I could be able to figure out what has happened, they break up. One head north and one head south, leaving me in the middle, staring at the kites.

This kind of fight has happened many times since his dad came back. Three years ago, when he left, his son was a 12-year-old lovely boy, who still can be tricked by candy or words. Now, he is 15-year-old young man, taller then his mom and more stubborn than his dad. They fight on any trivial thing, shirt for school, places for fishing and plans in weekend. I have to play as peace maker in our family. But my effort so often brought me in cross fire. Maybe that is normal during the journey of a boy turning into a man. His growing desire for authority makes us happy and sad. The happy part comes from the fact that he is growing. The sad part tells us that he will leave home soon when he grows up.

What a wonderful spring afternoon in this beautiful park and every one is happy and smiling. Why not me? Walking on the grass, smelling the spring breeze, seeing the sunshine reflecting on the cloud, I start to fly the kite. The naughty wind makes the launching quite hard when I try to hold the kite in one hand and deal with the string on the other hand. After a while, my husband comes to help me and the kite start to fly. We fly the kite several rounds and it lands on the far end of the park. My son runs over to pick the kite, and now three of us are flying the kite, just as we plan to do. Nobody mentions what has happened several minutes ago and everyone enjoy the relaxing and sweet moment of this lovely Friday afternoon. What a beautiful time!

• ← A List of Nothing In Particular Bad
• The Story of Canada Goose →