Good for nothing.
Except, maybe, flying a kite.
An activity which I had never done before.
The fifth grade classroom recently came into possession of a kite.
It has sat through the winter, untouched, in a corner of the classroom. On Friday, with winter-esque gusts of wind blowing on the field, the students decided it was time to bring it outside.
Their style of flying a kite was to take a running start and launch it into the air, then run around with it trying to keep it aloft.
It looked like a lot of fun.
And that has been the extent of my kite experience: Looking. Many a summer's day in Montauk at the beach there would be one or two kites flying over the sand or the water, tied to someone's beach chair or anchored by a stationary beachgoer. I always noticed them, but didn't give kite-flying much thought.
Friday that changed. I decided to get in the game.
Of course, the kids were all excited by the idea that I wanted to fly it. I took the string (we didn't have one of those string holders), gave it a little running start, and held it while the winds did their work.
It was a pretty cool experience.
But the string was ripping up my hands and the kids wanted the kite to be run across the field - and I wasn't feeling that active.
So I handed it back over, ending my first kite-flying experience on a high note. (Which is to say it didn't end up in a tree.)
I am intrigued by the possibility of purchasing a kite for some summer fun with my girls.
But I will make sure it has the string holder.
And without 30 fifth graders standing around, I might be a little more inclined to run around with the kite.