When I thought about Spring, I remembered windy afternoons on the family's farm hilltops flying kites with my dad. He used his old neckties as kite tails. I learned which ties were out of style by the ones he gave me for my kite. He patiently taught me how to release just enough string for the wind to capture the kite so it wouldn't crash in the tall grass--or onto a cow.    

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