|Ukiyo-e illustration of kite flying, 1859|
Later when my family moved to the New Jersey shore, my sister and I bought a couple of cheap kites from the local drugstore one spring day. Mine had Winnie the Pooh on it, and I was quite pleased with it. We brought the kites down to the beach with our parents and, after a bit of a struggle, I managed to get my kite flying. I remember being surprised at how taught the string was, and feeling a little odd at the thought of being physically connected to something so high up in the sky.
The kites broke fairly soon after we bought them, which disappointed me at the time. I haven't flown a kite since then, but it was a nice, quintessential childhood experience.