We just wanted to have fun. We didn’t realize we were about to wage the final Battle in the Skies death match.

Jesse and I went up to Anger Age hill to fly our kites like we’d always done on those blustery end of April days. Those were the best times because the clear blue skies and fast-moving white clouds made our kites come to life, made them seem to fly higher and faster. I had my pirate kite and Jesse had his box kite. We both had yards and yards of string with which to command our Air Forces. Continue reading →