Kite-flying: A Karen Easter Sunday Tradition

It all began my first Easter in Boise in 2003. It was my first Easter away from home, and so I invited all my friends who didn't have family close by to celebrate Easter, pot-luck style. That day we went to a local school and spent the afternoon flying kites in the blue Idaho sky.

Since then, I have make kite-flying an Easter tradition. Once more in Boise, once with my folks at the Indian Springs T-ball field; last year in Wales Ariel and I made kites out of plastic trash bags and bamboo from Orielton's main driveway, and we went down to the beach to try to fly them (unsuccessfully, as there was no wind!).





This year Raúl and I made kites out of tissue paper and the straw from a broom. We went down to the local dirt soccer field with Elizabet, one of my favorite little Tiraqueñas, and were accompanied by her little sister, and by Gabriel, a special needs teenager that wanders the streets driving his imaginary tractor. We spent hours in the dirt soccer field with them. One of the kites crashed and broke into pieces almost immediately, but the girls continhed to fly it, somehow, for another half hour. The other kite was a huge success. Gabriel flew it for a while, pretending it was his trusty tractor. When Elizabet got a hold of it, she let out all 500 yards of thread. After a while, she accidentily let go of the spool! It got hung on the power lines on the far side of the field, and kept flying. but unable to retrieve it, we went home. We could see it still flying over the far hill from the central plaza. Elizabet told us that hours later it worked itself loose from the powerline and sailed off into the heavens. It resurrected just like Jesus did on Easter Sunday!