One of my many other pastimes was to throw an airplane glider directly into the wind and watch as it made a perfect landing on the grass below. Tossing a plastic toy soldier with a parachute attached kept me busy for what seemed like hours at a time. I even became more adventurous by gently securing the soldier to one of my kites in hopes that once I reached the optimal altitude it would be released and glide back to Earth. I doubt that I will ever attach four or five balls of twine to my kite again, especially since I am unable to scamper across three or four fields and jump over fences. I guess you can’t bring back the little boys that we once were, but hey, that’s why God gave us grandsons.
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