In The Sticks
Friend of Frank
When I was a kid, the 4H Fairground was literally my backyard. This was a small Indiana town, and the "fairgrounds" were really a 4 critter stall, a medium building for the occasional events and a big field that was vacant most of the year. My dad and older brother used to rabbit and pheasant hunt in that field. That's where I flew my kites.I started my kite flying days in 4th Grade. There were three empty lots across the street from our house so my friends and I would go over there and fly kites. We generally would go down to the local Longs Drugs store and buy a kite and string then fly them until they were lost or broken and then repeated the process.
My favorite kites were the red ones with a dragon printed on the front.