What I know about wind I learned from my father when I was 6 years old. Buffeted by blustery wind, my dad and I walked the few blocks from home to the abandoned farm at the edge of town, carrying a homemade kite with a long fluttery tail. We crafted the kite from newspaper, string and balsa-wood sticks. I thought my dad could build anything. Would it fly or would it crash? After some trial and error, the kite rose into the air like a bird on the wing.