The kite runners

It was a perfect blustery Spring day for kite flying today. One of our kites was like an angry unpredictable sky knife. If you weren't paying it enough attention, it would swoop down in an attempt to behead you. It's funny how we keep using completely broken and outdated objects because we use them so little that we forget to replace them until we need them again. Like this one bat we had for my entire childhood. Around 2nd grade it broke in half down near the grip. Now for some families that would mean it was broken. Not our family (or our Dad to be exact) we duct taped that bat every other season. You could always feel the soft area that was less bat and more duct, it would kind of give as you wacked at the ball. I'm not sure if it was that fact or the knowledge that perhaps the broken edge of the bat might finally pierce through the tape and rent your hand in two that caused the ball to never really "make it out of the ballpark." We also had this horribly antiquated and large pair of scissors that had edges like peices of cardboard. I don't know how old they were or what their initial use was for (perhaps sheep shearing) but they cut JUST enough to keep you from throwing them away in disgust. Even to this day, they are the only pair of scissors I can find in my parent's house...and my parents have moved 3 times! That means that those stupid scissors have been packed and sent across multiple states and still I have to cut my Christmas paper with them every year. Crunch, Crunch across my expensive paper, ripping and shirring the entire length of it.