Spring is in full swing. Seeing families out and about this time of year always puts me in mind of this story.
I was a third grader in the spring of 1970. The Easter Bunny left something extra for me along with the traditional basket of candy that year. It was a kite. And not just any old dime store kite, either. This one was white with a skull and crossbones emblazoned in black in the center: the Jolly Roger, symbol of swashbuckling adventure.
It was a Pirate Kite! At nine years-old, I felt like I had won the lottery. Continue reading