Growing up in one of the sprawling suburbs of Munich, in a townhome with neighbors left and right, there was a nearby open and flat meadow, west of Pucchinistraße (Pucchini Street). It was undeveloped, and tall grass grew there in the summer. A couple of narrow use trails connected one end with the other (and probably diagonally too). We rode our bikes there in spring and caught grasshoppers, and flew our kites in autumn, running along the trail to get the kite high up enough to catch the breeze.
The grasshoppers we put into large preserving jars with some grass, and cellophane wrapper as a lid, secured with a rubber band. We punched air holes into the cellophane with a toothpick, and released the grasshoppers back into nature a day or two later, when the grass wilted.
This must have been towards the late 1970s. It’s all developed today, except for the south-east corner, which has always been a playground with a slide and such – and none of us kids cared much about it. The meadow was much better. Google Earth’s historic satellite imagery doesn’t go back far enough to take another look at it before development. And I wonder where the kids in those neighborhoods fly their kites now.