Dear kite, please take me with you 😍

I'm going to remind a memory of mine. I'm a girl. But I love to fly kites since my childhood. There are so many paddy fields in our village. I remember , I was running here and there among paddy fields when my father was flying kites. Although we grew up that desire is still alive in my heart.

When kite is flying, I was so happy. Actually I still don't know how to turn that happiness into words. If you didn't have that experience in your whole life you can never imagine the size of that happiness. As a kid I was dreaming If I were a kite for a moment. I could see the whole area in a one view. As well as I was able to fly around the sky. If I were a kite I had to count how many little happy faces focus on me. Actually, It is a fantasy. I still love to live in that fantasy. No pressure, no any problems, l enjoyed my freedom in my own way those days.

This kite has made by my father few years ago. It's height about 8 feets. I always try to do some different things. So I wanted to draw something on it. Finally I draw ''Scooby and Shaggy" on it. I used black colour oil paint. But It was little bit hard than I thought. But It was a lovely memory.

I feel our life is like a kite. When it hold tightly we can keep it. If we release, definitely It will loose one day. Our parents didn't let us to loose. That's why we've been here like this. But now we know how to face a storm as well. Because we have grownup. So We should be grateful to our parents for holding us this much.