Pertanyaan

When I was a kid, I was fond of flying kites with my friends. We flew kites at the field near my house. I collected many kites with different shapes and sizes. I was very skillful at flying kites, so they could flew high. One day, my friends and I had a competition. The one who could fly the highest kite would be the winner. To make my kite more interesting and different from others', I made my own kite. I drew my kite with beautiful and colourful pictures. I also made the tail as interesting as possible. During the competition, I tried hard to fly my kite. It flew higher and higher. Unfortunately, the wind blew strongly. I could not handle my kite. I kept on trying to handle my kite, but it was in vain. The string of my kite was broken and my kite flew down. I only stared at the kite sadly. Apart from my failure, I still kept my spirit. I was sure that my kite would always fly high. How could you describe the writer?