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We moved to Phoenix when I was 5 years old. Into a new subdivision that had been plopped into the desert overnight. I know this because right across the street the desert was still there. A desert filled with dramatically stoic Saguaro cactus.
Back home kite flying had been a favorite pastime. From the perspective of this 5 year old mind I saw no reason to alter my behavior.
So one morning the wind was just right and off I went into the cactus forest. Launched my kite. Enjoyed about 5 minutes of blissful success. And then tragedy struck.
My kite was impaled on a some serious thorns. And shredded.
Lesson learned. Kite flying and cactus do not mix.
I took up riding horses instead.