She got her kite up in the air, and soon had it gliding at 500 feet. I could not get my kite up. She took over my kite, trying to get it aloft, as nothing is more fun than doing something a grown-up can't do. She had no luck, so she took over her kite again. Emulating me, she tried to put the kite handle into the ground, in a "no hands" approach. I looked up to see her kite handle scooting across the open field, as the kite went away.
As I ran across a school playground to find the kite handle, she inspected the adjacent park. Soon, I heard a call: "Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob! The kite!". Sure enough, there was the kite, no longer in our control, flying in mid-air.
It hovered over the pond, pointing towards the Latter Day Saints church. Where was the kite handle? We did not know. When church ended, and I had some assurance of not rummaging in the way of others' devotions, I went to the parking lot, encouraged by a nice man in a suit to do so.
I found the kite string handle. It was about two stories up, in a tree. The kite flew beautifully.
Many a tree has attracted a kite. Today our kite was, when we walked away, being flown by a tree.