There are many moments in my life that I can still clearly recall. Some are filled with happiness and laughter, others with sorrow even anger. But to talk about the most unforgettable moment that thrilled and excited me the most, the one and only that I often think about from now and then, I think it has got to be my 12 year-old birthday. Eighteen years has past since I popped out of my mother’s uterus, and that meant a total of eighteen birthdays. But why specially this one? For your information, it took place in a theme park somewhere south in Taiwan, and I doubt you have any idea how exciting that was to a kid.
A theme park is like the children’s paradise. It’s full with entertaining facilities, dazzling pictures of cartoon characters and several human-sized puppets roaming the streets. Among them the roller coaster is no doubt my favorite, but with the 12 year-old age limit, my dream hadn’t been able to come true for the past decade. However, that day is when I turned 12, and I had been really looking forward to taking a ride on those bad boys. I imagined the wind brushing across my face and hair and what it was like to be a superman. I remembered inviting my family and friends up on the cruise but to no avail. What a pity of them to miss such a joyful trip. Out of frustration, I decided to take on the roller coaster myself.
The roller coaster climbed up the rail and reached its peak in just a few seconds, and then there’s the long wait before the giant drop. Hanging in midair in the gravity-free state, I felt my inside tightening up and my stomach turning upside down. I was on the brink of puking every bit of my lunch out. But it was too late to regret my earlier decision. Silently crossing my fingers, I hope for the suffering to end. But it seemed like God totally ignored my prayer.
I had no idea how many rounds the pointers on my watch had past around, until some of the passengers finally realized that there had been a break down. I felt like a drowning person gasping for air; I want to scream out on the top of my lungs. But under the severe situation I couldn’t help myself to utter a single sound, and it’s getting harder and harder trying to hold back the tears. All of a sudden memories started flashing in front of my eyes and what appeared to be the bright smile of my parents’; and there were also the happy times with my friends, playing automatically like clips on a row, one after another. It suddenly occurred to me that today is my birthday! I should have a smile instead of beads of tears on my face.
I felt myself engulfed in strength and a sudden surge of energy flowing through me. I couldn’t think of any word to describe this weird sensation, it was as though someone had brushed aside the dark cloud and sunshine was once again revealed. In deep desperation, I saw hope. In the later 47 minutes, I sang songs and told a few jokes to myself under the clatter of my teeth. I was still afraid, but I tried my best to convince myself that I’m a big boy now and I was going to be just fine.
In the end, with the help of the rescue team and a group of working staffs, every one of us got our feet back down to the ground safely. And the celebration of my birthday was surely at its end. This experience of suspending in the air for almost an hour is surely one of the most unique among my collection of memories, for it was truly the moment in my life.
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