My backyard is great for flying kites. Yesterday afternoon, Scott and I went out to fly our kites. After about 15 minutes, I got a little chilly, so Scott held onto mine while I went to get a jacket. When I came back out, he was retrieving my kite from our neighbor's yard. We probably should have just given up after that crash, but we got my kite back in the air and Scott's came crashing down. We really should have given up after that, but we got his kite back up and after a few minutes thought, wouldn't it be cool if we flew one kite off the other? OF COURSE! So we put the handle of Scott's kite through mine and let my handle slide up the string all the way up to the actual kite. It looked awesome! As I went to hand the handle to Scott a big gust blew it out of my hand and the kites began to fly away. Of course Scott chases them and I just stand there laughing hysterically. We decided to get in a car and see if we can track them down. As we get into Scott car, we spot them. We drove around the neighborhood trying to figure out which house they were at and if we could get them back. NOPE! No way! So we returned to my home to watch Jeopardy, but not without taking a picture of the kites first. They were still flying, mine was keeping Scott's flying because it was so high. They stopped gaining altitude, so we figured they were caught on a house of something.
