Kites

The other day we went kite flying with my aunt on my dads side. We each had our own kite. Even Oliver had one. I was flying mine but my dad had to take over because he said I wasn't flying it high enough even though it was doing fine. He lets it out a ton. I didn't like having it all the way out there because of trees and it made it harder to fly. I reeled it back in which was hard and long. Oliver let go of his kite but we caught it so he just rolled down the hill at the park. After I was done reeling it in I let it fly and it was doing really good at staying up. My dad gets the kite again. I say, "Dad! Stop! I can do it!" But he uses the excuse,"I bought it." He lets it out again. So now I've wasted most of my time reeling it in. He grabs it again! "No!"I scream. "I'm not reeling it in again!" "I just want to let it out all the way!" He yelled at me. He lets it keep rolling and rolling out until the string is off the handle. It started flying away and me and my dad started chasing it. It flew over the street, over the houses, and out of sight. I started crying. " I knew you would do something stupid like that dad!" I yelled. So I sat on another hill until it was time to go because I didn't have a kite. P.S.These pictures were taken with my camera. Witch he stole without asking! After that picture when I had the kite. I screamed at my dad for taking it.