A day at the park by Jessie

I love to fly my kite at Punggol Park. I will fly my kite whenever it is a windy day. My kite is shaped like a dragon. It has very colourful scales made of rice paper. On windy days, many others like me will fly their kites.
One windy afternoon, my family and I went to Punggol Park. There were lots of people flying their kites too. Different kinds of kites dotted the azure blue sky. My kite was swaying from side to side like it was dancing. The breeze grew stronger and I gripped onto my kite's string tightly.
Out of the blue, I heard someone crying. I turned around to see what the commotion was. Two boys' kites were stuck among the branches of a tall tree.
"Boo-hoo-hoo, I can't get my kite down!" one of the boys wailed.
The other boy was trying to climb the tree and try to get the kites down but they were way too far from his grasp.
The wind continued blowing and I felt I was about to fly away. I shook the tree with my might but the kites were still stuck on the tree, not even budging a bit.
The mighty strong wind blew its best, sending my hair was lapping across my face. Eventually, the wind blew the kites out of the tree and the kites were carried by it to the puffy white clouds.
The two boys looked very sad and their parents promised to buy them new kites.
"Yay!!!"the two boys said in unison. They looked slightly happier after hearing what their parents said.
I continued flying my kite until it was time to go home. The sky turned dark and it started to drizzle. We hurried home as we did not have any umbrellas.
When I reached home, I was beat tired. I had used up my strength in controlling my kite. It sure was a good day for me.