kite seemed forever away。
Then below me I noticed Bryce ing around the corner and through the vacant lot。 And I
could tell from the way he was looking up that this was
his kite。
What a lucky； lucky kite this was turning out to be！
“Can you climb that high？” he called up to me。
“Sure！” I called back。 And up； up； up I went！
The branches were strong； with just the right amount of intersections to make climbing easy。
And the higher I got； the more amazed I was by the
view。 I'd never seen a view like that！ It was like being in an airplane above all the rooftops；
above the other trees。 Above the world！
Then I looked down。 Down at Bryce。 And suddenly I got dizzy and weak in the knees。 I was
miles off the ground！ Bryce shouted； “Can you reach
it？”
I caught my breath and managed to call down； “No problem！” then forced myself to
concentrate on those blue and yellow stripes； to focus on them
and only them as I shinnied up； up； up。 Finally I touched it； I grasped it； I had the kite in my
hand！
But the string was tangled in the branches above and I couldn't seem to pull it free。 Bryce
called； “Break the string！” and somehow I managed to
do just that。
When I had the kite free； I needed a minute to rest。 To recover before starting down。 So
instead of looking at the ground below me； I held on tight
and looked out。 Out across the