accessing my inner mary poppins

there is a park nearby that's situated in a perpetually gusty spot.  it is, essentially, the perfect spot for flying kites.  truly, one can fly a kite there on any given day.  sounds kinda magical doesn't it?  almost has you breaking into song- 'let's go fly a kite and send it soaring.  up to the atmosphere, up where the air is clear.'  despite numerous attempts, I have yet to access my inner mary poppins.  in fact, I am utterly afraid of flying kites.  this last trip, david and grandpa were again unsuccessful in swaying me from my fear- even using my adorable two year old as bait.