Flying over Wailua Beach

I live five minutes from Wailua Beach where the para-sailers have been flying and floating over the choppy waves this week. I want to do it. My sister and I used to fly bat kites at Crockett Elementary School during the summer. I wanted to be the kite. I wanted to look down over the playground and hover in a free-float with the wind whipping through my hair. So, when I wait at the stoplight at the bottom of Kuamo'o Road and watch the striped parachutes criss-cross above the ocean, I feel brave. I want to forget that I'm forty-five and scared of falling and grab the ends of the strings and let the wind pull me across the surf.