Nowadays, children no longer know the joy of making their own toys.. I still remember that time, not so long ago,, when each season corresponded to a particular game.. at the same period , , 30 years ago , it would be the joy of wind games,, particularly, the kite .
We went to school but on Wednesday afternoons or at the end of the week, we could afford to go hunting everywhere for our raw materials. We didn't need much to fly a kite. A piece of paper or a plastic sheet, some thread and it was done.
From the top of our little legs, we made the contest of the biggest kite, but generally we cheered the one who went the highest. Paper from cement bags or cellophane from market bags and we had yarn by unraveling a jute bag. For the ribs, it was enough to cut bamboo and it was done..
What a joy to see his kite go away in the sky after having tinkered almost half of the day. It was necessary to adjust its wire to the navel of the kite or it did not go up well or then it did not stop making the spinning top and one was the laughing stock of the group of friends. .
Sometimes the thread broke, then we did everything to go and recover our little treasure but it did not always happen as we wanted and then, we let it hang on the trees with great sadness. But anyway, the game was worth the effort, the game was worth the effort.
