Kites

I used to love flying kites! We sometimes made them from scratch when I was a kid. Over above Lumpini Park they would fight them. Elaborately decorated and fringed with sharp points, with bits of glass glued onto the strings, they would swoop and dodge until there was a victor. Loved that!
So, with 100 acres, great breezes, and not a tree around to get stuck in, I'm getting myself a cool kite...maybe one of those two-stringed jobs that swoop and accelerate and move so brilliantly. Imagine that...getting to fly kites and old enough to drink beer, too.