The Kite

Yea, it is me, Contrary Mary. My son is taking his little girl to fiy her kite. Must be nice. When I was growing up on the farm, my moms' friend told my brother, my cousin and me that he was going to bring us a kite. I was so excited, I waited and waited. I had never had a kite. When he drove up in his truck I ran and got my kite first and tore the paper off it. I was left with two sticks in my hand, what the heck was this? Well as my luck would have it I got to watch Ed and my cousin fly their kites while I held my two sticks.