Easter, what a fun time, what with the cross buns, the beach parties, and yes, the procession that the Catholic church put on. The children would wear white and the priest would be at the head of the procession, swinging what looked like an ern with smoke bellowing out of it. I never really understood all of it, but hey, it was fun to watch. However, the best part of Easter is the kites, I tell you what, we used to make some real fancy kites so we could outdo each other. We would use the center of the coconut leaves, you know, the part like a thin stick in the middle of a coconut leaf, well we called that a flex, and that is what we make our kites with. Man you should see the colourful paper we used on them kites, real pretty for so. I mean yellow, red, green, blue, white, I mean the whole sky will light up with colours. Some of the older boys used bamboo to make their kits, they would make them real big too, I remember being at the pasture and a big boy had his kite up in the air, it was soaring I tell you, anyway he asked me to hold it for him and before you knew, it I was being dragged across the pasture, damn kite was to big for me to handle, I was screaming real loud. my mouth opened so wide I felt the wind blowing in there. So picture this, skinny needle thin boy, sliding across the field, and a group of ten boys running after screaming. We would have kite fights, the tail of our kites would be made from torn up sheets, every year Mommy Charles used to warn us not to use she good sheets, anyway, we put razor blades on the kites tail and try to cut each others string with it, boy I tell you, a lot of fist fights resulted from the kite fights. but boy we had fun, running in the pasture with the kites following, yanking on the string so your kite will dance in the wind for a second, then dipped, looking like a bull about to attack. Then when it was all over, you could save the frame of the kite until next Easter came along.