man, its crazy to read all of your guys' different stories.
We need to send some kite missionaries all over the world and get everyone flying kites!

I was fliing kites as a little kid with the family at the beach and at our local hay fields. We either made them fron paper bags, newspapers, or sometimes even old sheet plastic. This sort of thing went on till my teens when I discovered I could fix any old car up and race it. Then when I was maried and had two kids I suffered TBI. This set me back to being an infant again(this sucks don't do it) After a couple years in hospitals and rehabs I was sitting around numb to the world. My folks where sick of the Drs. saying I was done and except it. So they baught me a single line kite and sat me in a field. Within a year I was flying stunt kites and now I buggy and am sponcered by a small upstart company. Yes Verginia kites saved my life. With a lot of pushing by Mom and Dad.