When I was the child, my family was spending its summer holidays in the village of my grandmother. I had the friend - Victor. There wasn't a day when we did not build and glue, did not cut out and saw anything and so on. I remember there was a time when we had pulled out of doors. How many planes were constructed, how many kites and parachutes we started to the air, it's innumerable.

And now, I was shopping and had seen the kite on a counter. I recalled my childhood and bought it. Certainly, my hands don't make it, but pleasures I have received is not much less. Now it hangs in my room above my bed.