Last time we did this together was almost exactly three years ago. Back then, Jack was still here, I haven’t moved to Shanghai, and Andy hungout with us regularly. :-)

Time passed, people aged, but nonetheless, the feeling of childhood joy of kite flying in a lazy spring Sunday afternoon remains the same.

Despite knowing the pain and how long it will take us to wind the kite back, we still let loose the mile long string and the kite soared straight in to the heaven.

And of course, as predicted, we moaned and groaned for 40 minutes to retrieve the kite down...

Pictures:

2003.06.22

2006.06.17