Century Park

Today as I sat infront of my computer, I suddenly felt like going outside. IT was an odd feeling for me, as most of my friends know that I would never go outside unless there was something important or it was mandatory. I thought for a while and decided that maybe I should go to Century Park. At first I thought of going myself, maybe I could sit and think about the memories of the past. But instead I brought Jason with me for fun.
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We drove around the Century Park with a man-powered jalopy. He sometimes would "accidentally" drive into the bush on my side and I would tell him to get off and I'll drive. Each turn was full of laughter and finally it came to an end. We returned our bikes and got out at an entrance near the Science Technology Museum. Many people were flying kites and there were some road vendors along the street, selling cotton candy and BBQ. My eyes flashed as I saw the Cotton Candy. It had been a long time since I had ever ate it, around 3-4 years. I dragged Jason to the vendor and ended up with two cotton candy. A blueberry flavor for Jason and a normal flavor for me.

We walked along a platform where kites filled the gray, metallish sky. He took out his phone and started calling his girlfriend while I sat on a seat and thought of what happened here 6 years ago...

"Morning has came and I was excited. Today was the day where I would go fly a kite with my father. I was very excited ever since two days ago. He made me a promise that he would go fly a kite with me, near the Century Park on a platform where the kites filled the gray, metallish sky.

We were still living in Seasons Villa that time, a beautiful house consisting of three flours and a basement. I walked down the stairs and into the living room and ate breakfast as I described to my mother how I would go fly a kite, how high I would make it go, what shape it would look like.

My mother smiled and told me: "I hope you will have a happy time with your father."

When my father finally woke up. It was already near noon so we ate dinner before we went outside. After lunch we hopped onto the taxi and we were ready to go. Once we got there we found lots of vendors of kites, I looked around and found an eagle kite. It not just were a regular kite, it also had claws attached to the eagle as if it was real. I was astonished and asked my father to buy it.

My father agreed and bought it. We then assembled the eagle kite and the vendor taught us how to fly it. It wasn't long when I got bored of that, so I asked if I could fly it. I held on to the kite, ran around but it never rose into the air like it had. My father took the kite from me, and it lifted into the air then gave it to me. I quickly un-rolled the string and it soared higher and higher. Suddenly, another kite from the side came over and tangled onto my kite.

The string infront of me broke off. Our kite was free, and it was gone. It flew far away, under the platform. I was very nervous, and nearly cried. My dad asked me to wait here and he'd go find it. It took a long time. As I was just about to burst out crying again, my father appeared, near the steps. And gave me back the kite. He told me that it had been stuck on a tree and he had to go climb it.

I hugged my father tightly, and never let go until it was time to go."