March has come in like a lion and may sure leave like a lamb. That was a familiar saying to me during elementary school. Of course I was under the impression that March really did begin with lots of lions and fizzle out into April with a multitude of lambs. Of course now I understand that saying had everything to do with the weather. Either March would begin with rain and wind or cruise with a steady start of sunny skies and the blooming of flowers. Regardless, the month ushered in spring, a reminder that summer was close behind. One thing has always remained the same with this month — the wind. Lately, I’ve wanted nothing more than to spend an afternoon in a field kite flying. I grew up near the town’s high school. On the weekend, Dad and I would take a short walk to the football field. They never kept the gate locked. Dad and I would assemble our kite — the one I remember best was black, yellow and red. And then we would wait for the wind to pick up, sending our kite high into the clear blue sky. It took a few times and a few crashes for us to get the hang of it, but in no time we would have the kite back in the air. Dad would tell me to “keep my eye on the kite,” and “hold it steady.” A March wind sure could pick a kite up fast, taking it to fast and slow speeds in no time. Needless to say our kites never lasted more than a few trips. But when the moment was just right, Dad could keep that kite in the air for what seemed like minutes. Some years we had no wind and the time to fly a kite was few and far between. I tried on days when there was no wind to haul my kite high in the air. Sometimes I went without Dad. But my little arms couldn’t hold it steady like he could. A March wind may have demolished my plastic kite soaring toward the clouds, but it couldn’t deter the bond Dad and I made on those sunny days. I don’t see that much kite flying these days. Perhaps it was just a 90s kid thing. After all, there are a lot of things from my childhood that kids these days don’t experience any more. Kite flying is one of them. Though the wind comes numerous times during the year, March seems to be the best time to fly a kite. Especially on warm days before or after a storm. A nice, 8-10 mph wind makes for a pretty display of kites in the air. But you just don’t see them any more. It’s been years since I’ve flown a kite at my high school football field. Like everything else in life, time just takes over. You grow up and those fun moments of childhood simply fade away. But up here in Jackson County, where the mountains paint a prim image on the top of the water, windy days are thrilling to think about. Those times are good kite flying weather — just enough to give you a small sunburn, just enough to give you a good memory.

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