Describing Childhood Kites

Prompt: Describe childhood kites

Sample Essay: Describing Childhood Kites

I. Outline for Describing Childhood Kites (Standard)

1. Introduction

Introducing the kite closely associated with childhood

2. Body of the Essay

- Origin:
+ Who gifted you the kite?
+ How did you feel at that moment?

- Characteristics of the Kite:
+ Shape: The Doraemon-shaped kite is incredibly cute
+ Material: Made of cloth
+ Color, Pattern: Sky blue, with the kite's body printed with Doraemon

- Structure:
+ The kite frame is made of thin bamboo
+ Kite cover is made of cloth
+ The kite tail is long, made of cloth

- Memories with the kite:
+ Associated with evenings spent flying kites on the grass field
+ Containing laughter, innocent childhood memories

3. Conclusion

My sentiment towards childhood kites: Affectionate, unforgettable.
 

II. Sample Essay: Describing Childhood Kites

Every Vietnamese feels nostalgic for their homeland when they hear the echoing melody:

“Homeland is the blue kite
Childhood flying over the fields
Homeland is the small boat
Calmly sailing along the river.”

I also reminisce about kites floating in the air, summer kites holding countless memories of joy and sadness.

When my grandmother gave me a cloth Doraemon kite, I was thrilled. But I wasn't sure how to play with it. This Doraemon kite had a peculiar shape. It wasn't made of plastic or stuffed like the ones I've seen, but it was constructed from a bamboo frame. People skillfully sewed colorful pieces of cloth onto that frame. In the evening, my cousin Bi – my older cousin, took us to the grassy bank by the river. The sun was unusual today! It was not scorching, instead, it was gentle. The wind blew strongly. Dragonflies raced each other in the air. My cousin said this was a dragonfly kite. The Doraemon figure formed the triangular part of the kite, and its tail was the dragonfly's tail. With just a breeze, the kite would soar high. People were ingenious in attaching the kite body to a round spool of thread. The thread was wound around a large wooden stick, like a thumb. When the wind came, my cousin slowly released the kite upwards. He held the wooden stick and unwound the thread. That strange Doraemon kite soared high, blending in with the dragonflies. I held onto the stick and gently let the thread go. The fabric strips on the kite's edges fluttered. The kite, once as wide as a broom, was now only as wide as my grandmother's fan. We wandered on the grassy field, letting the kite sway in the breeze.