Book excerpt: Soaring freely on wings of silky canvas fabric, a colourful kite is barely seen against a clear blue sky. Higher than any of the other kites, twenty assorted kites jostled for manoeuverability. Higher above them floated a sky flyer, its fabric skin taunt against a warm updraft and wind. Stressed to the breaking point, the tethered line held fast to the kite's structural frame. Lazy dog day afternoons are meant for relaxing, and will be recalled in declining years of age. The Sky Flyer waved its long tail of spinning fan blades. Competing kids unreeled in line, in hopes of matching the sky flyer's height. Eyes fixated on the height of the sky flyer. Kids cheered, and town's folk paused, all awed with delight. Some wished that their childhood could have been as adventurous and playful. This September of Nineteen-Ten Is a momentous day. Quote: Boy, kids had fun back in the olden days. Modern kids are missing out on life. At sixty, I want to go fly a kite!