Childhood Kite Memories

There is a spot along the Shore Parkway just before you get on the Verrazano, where kite flyers gather. Saturday mornings, from the time I was seven years old, I would gaze out the car window entranced by the beautiful colors bobbing in the wind. The Hudson Bay beyond was a pretty background for the kiters who were joined by fishermen, in-line skaters, and dog walkers.

My love of kites probably started when my older brother decided to build a box kite out of newspaper and wooden dowels. Soon after I was spending my nickels and dimes on small kites that I would hastily entangle in a tree.

Now I have grown old and complain about how the price of kites has gone up.

Do you have childhood kite memories?