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A Purple kite

Does anyone else remember when McDonald’s had kites? I do.

I remember hearing about it in school. I was young, but old enough to remember what I felt. I felt the excitement of the kite flying in the wind. The thought of the kite took my day and I could not wait until school was over to beg my mom for a Mcdonalds trip.

School lasted forever, or so it seemed. The minutes were hours and the hours were eternity. I couldn’t wait. Then it happened. School bell rang and I ran. I ran so hard down the hall to the car rider line. I could remember thinking about the kite. I hadn’t asked about the kinds of kites. I wasn’t even in the position to ask. I just overheard a conversation.

They had kites at McDonald’s. I saw my mom, driving my dads truck to pick me up. I don’t know why, but I remember. I remember slamming the door. I had thought about how to ask. I’ll clean my room, I’ll do dishes, I’ll do laundry. I’ll do anything. I wanted a kite. So I did it.

I begged my mom to take me to Mcdonalds. It didn’t take much. She must of been hungry. She took me. The anticipation of the kite, the ride there seemed shorter than the school day, but still a long time. We arrived. I wanted a Ronald Mcdonald but I got a Grimace They were sold out of Ronald McDonald.

Grimace was purple. The kite, It was purple…I was upset, but it was ok. I tried for 3 hours to fly it and I never could get it going. It was hard. I was tired. No, I was exhausted…Running around the yard trying to get it to take off and fly. It wouldn’t. Why?

I remember the feeling. I wound my string around the yellow handle and I went inside. I got an Oatmeal creme pie and started playing Nintendo. Contra in fact.

My mom asked me if I liked my kite. I told her yes. I lied. I didnt want to but I had to. I was sad, I felt like a disappointment. I never told my mom different I felt that I was a failure, but inside I know she would of loved me anyway.

Sometimes I think back to that day, the wind, the sky, the time it took me to wrap the string and the purple kite. It was my first real kite and I was excited. I never tried again to fly a kite and Think about it daily. The purple kite. I don’t like purple or Grimace, but I still like kites.

One day I will try again. One day. But not Today.