The-Kite-That-Flew-to-the-Moon

The next morning, Daniel could hardly wait. He hurried through breakfast, tucked his kite under his arm, and dashed to the park. The sky was clear again, but today the wind was even stronger, whispering as if it was inviting the kite to climb higher than before. With his friends cheering, Daniel ran and let the string unroll, faster and faster, until the kite soared above the tallest trees, above the rooftops, almost brushing the drifting clouds. ...

Once upon a time, there was an ordinary boy named Daniel. He wasn’t the fastest runner in his class, or the best at football, or the loudest singer at school. But one thing he loved was making things with his hands. One Saturday morning, after carefully saving up for weeks, Daniel bought some sticks, string, and bright red paper. With a little glue and a lot of patience, he made a kite. ...