Kite Flying Over The Weekend

It was on the Sunday of the week,it was a fine morning.It was just perfect to fly a kite.This was a suggestion from my father,so naturally I had no choice but to agree.I could think of many things I would rather do during the short drive to East Coast Park,but none were put into effect.

My family and I gathered our things and proceeded to a clear area to prepare.I had never been kite flying before in my life,so I was amazed to see how adapt my parents were at preparing the kite.Soon,we began to fly them.I watched as both my mother and father took turns flying the kite.Even my older brother tried his hand at it!Unsuccessfully,I might add.

Seeing that neither I nor my brother were showing any enthusiasm,my father decided to teach us how to fly the kites.Reluctantly we got up and with our parents aid,learned gradually.Some time passed and soon my brother and I were beginner-kite-flyers.

Suddenly,it all seemed more fun and time passed like it was in fast-forward.When,it was time to leave,I felt sad as I had learned something new that day.I hope to go kite-flying with my family soon,but that may be some time away.Oh well!