Memory with kites

One of us must have had the pleasure of playing a kite. Running in a field, what is it with your parents, relatives or friends of our game?
I remember some of my little friends who were very brave to catch up with the broken kites. Running fast, shouting loudly claiming that he deserved the kite, jumped over obstacles, climbed the fence of someone else's house, jumped into the swamp, poked at the television antenna, threw rocks, fought. All done only for a kite whose owner alone is not necessarily sincere with the breaking kites.