So is it just me, or was it a cruel trick my dad played, making us run forever to get/keep a kite off the ground. Who knew that with a little wind you don't actually have to do any work? (OK, the aforementioned statement doesn't make me sound like the biggest brainiac, but seriously, ask any of my siblings, flying a kite was next to torture, great exercise, but torture). In retrospect, maybe my parents were on to something?
All in all a super fantastic, hanging out with the cousins, kind of day!
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