When I was little, my Dad used to make kites for me every February. One particular February, he made a yellow paper kite for me. My cousin and I immediately went out to fly it. I know my cousin was, at most, 4-5 years old (I was about a year younger) when this happened and it's a moment I will never forget. I can almost smell the air and see the light in the sky in my memory.
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