There were always some days where you could fly a kite all day long if you could just get it past the first 50 feet of dead air into the fabulous windy section that reached up to the clouds. You would look around at the other kids casually doing loops with their kites and wonder how they got them up there. After a half hour of running and throwing and swearing I would finally give up. The worst part was the strong breeze hitting my face as I reached my house.