Forgotten treasure

In the far reaches of my hall closet, behind the vacuum cleaner and Christmas wrapping paper, a piece of my childhood sat. Covered in dust and missing several pieces it was long forgotten. That is until it's colorful coat caught Bugs eye. Though it was missing parts and stained Bug instantly fell in love with the old kite that my dad had given me when I was ten. At first he tried holding it above his head and leaping from the table.

But soon he learned that if he gave it just the right toss it would fly for a short distance and then fall to the ground.

It turned out to be the perfect way to spend a warm spring day.