Kite Wars

“Florindo, don’t let go!” I yelled as he ran along side me. “Are you ready?” “No, no, don’t let go, I’m not readdyyyy!” In spite of my pleas, he let go. My heart thumped faster than my feet could pedal, while sweat gushed from my head as children, bikers and cars came at me from every direction. My grip on the handlebars was hard enough to squeeze chrome juice…. Riding his first two-wheeler, flying a kite armed with razorblades, or sliding over concrete into home plate are all in a day’s pl...