"A lot of hungry howlers"

I never successfully flew a kite. The one time I remember trying I was in second grade. I was in Mrs. Jackson's second grade class and in between learning cursive writing and playing with legos after finishing classwork, we took a field trip to Pulaski Park. The very same Pulaski Park that we have all driven by many times on 38th Street. A good place to shoot hoops with Andersonian-Mexicans, have a picnic or shag some flyballs in a church softball game. This field trip to Pulaski Park, we were all to bring a kite and fly it. I had myself a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles kite. I imagine it was cheap. Seems cheap now that I think about it. But I can't blame the quality on what was really a lack of talent. I ran back and forth trying to get that kite to take hold and fly either 1) higher than ten feet off the ground or 2) after I had quit running. Either would have been fine with me. But my efforts were fruitless, leaving me now, precisely 15 years later disappointed that I never flew a kite. Someday. I'm still young.