So today I was at a kite festival (yes, that’s a thing, and it’s awesome) and was thinking that I should totally write a kids’ picture book about kites. Like:
A kite wonders what life would be like beyond the limits of its string. It breaks off from the string to find freedom and starts flying around the world. But soon, the kite realizes that it’s controlled by the wind and freedom is just a cruel illusion. Then it crashes into a tree.
On second thought, maybe children’s books are not my thing.