For some reason I started thinking of kites this morning...could be the closeness of March...cannot be that it was windy...I just remember the excitement of picking out the special one, a dragon or lion, some beasty that would surely scare the wind gods into carrying my kite aloft...then of putting together the paper, wood, string construct...being too excited to put a tail on and running outside with my brother and sisters, each with their own kite, each kite a different mythological beast...to try them out...laying the kite on the ground and spooling out string until 10 to 15 feet separated my from my kite...everyone else was busy with their kites...so at first we would each drag around our kites trying to get them to fly...all of us breathlessly running, dragging kites on the ground in hope of them catching some wind and flying...of course this never worked...eventually we would make tails and work together...stand in the pasture waiting for wind...one holding the kite the other with the string...coolness of the spring day nipping our fingers...cheeks red...impatient with the wind gods and their teasingly short gusts...hours were spent...the thrill of getting one kite airborne was the victory that we all were waiting for...
...so it was not that it was windy this morning...it was that I was captured for a moment by simpler times...where success was measured by the amount of fun was generated...how do we measure success now? I know for a fact that I do not use a fun factor...money or position seem to have become our standards for success...wonder what life would be like if we continued to measure our successes by the fun factor?
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