Once, I was flying a kite in a field with my friends and their kids.

I accidentally let go of the string, and the kite soared across the 20 acre field.

For some strange reason, I decided I would run after it to catch it.

So I did.

It was a long run.

I’m not a runner.

In fact, I’m not even a long walker.

Immediately after I caught the string for the kite, I huffed and puffed and sat down in the field.

And, I cursed myself for having the brilliant idea of chasing the kite.

From that day forward, I always secretly wish to see someone let go of a kite string so they can run after the kite and make a fool out of themselves like I did.