1.
My first kite was bought for me by my father when I was six years old, but it got hung up on a telephone pole because of some silly dog and could never fly down again.
I bought my second kite with my own money and hung it on the wall as a decoration. Don't let that stupid dog touch me again.
My third kite was given by someone. I locked it in the cabinet, but then it was lost on the wandering road.
Years later, I would always think of that kite stuck on a telegraph pole. Its string was tied to the graffiti-covered pole, with the muddy land below and the endless sky above.
He rode the wind and cut the kite string.
2.
You can fly high and far, but when you are tired, please stop for me.
I'll collect the kite string for you.
Concept: a story of growth
