Flying a kite can be dangerous. When I was eight years old I went to the park with my dad to fly my new kite. We stood on the top of a hill and tried to catch the wind. It took us almost half an hour, but we finally got the kite into the air. As it lifted into the sky, the kite caught the edge of my jacket and I was pulled up into the wind with the kite. I flew higher and higher into the air until I my dad looked like an ant on the ground. The park was beautiful from up high, and I could see our car getting smaller. I flew all the way out of the city and over the lake. Eventually, the wind started to die down and I fell closer to the water. I called out to some people on a boat and they sailed over so I could land on their boat. I told them about my adventure and they sailed me back to land, where my dad picked me up. He took me out for ice cream and we went home.
Why did they go to the park? Is she a little girl? where were they standing? why? what happened to her where did she go where did she land How long had she had this kite? did the kite fly right away? how far did she fly how did she get down? was anyone around when she came down? did they help her how how did she get back to her dad? how did her dad look from up in the sky what kind of snack did they have where did they go after? how did the people know she needed help how was she pulled off the ground?
to fly a kite yes a hill for wind she was pulled up in the air next to water she just got it no out of the city the wind died yes yes let her land on their boat the people took her small ice cream home she yelled to them the kite