I vividly remember the day I realized life was too short and unexpected not to wish for more. It was April, and I sweet-talked my mom to take me to the amusement park on the weekend. I was eight years old, and I had never been to the amusement park before. I wanted to try everything I possibly could to realize which attractions I liked the most to return there with a grown-made decision on where to go.
On a sunny but breezy Saturday morning, we hit the road to the park, and on the way there, I remember my mom saying: “Don’t forget to make a wish when we come, you always make a wish when doing something for the first time.” I wanted to act like a grown-up, casually responding with “I know it won’t come true,” while my head was spinning with millions of wishes I could possibly make.
When we were almost at the park entrance, I saw a heavy and immense car approaching the sidewalk. There was a man in a striped shirt lying on the ground, and I asked my mom what happened to the poor man. She told me that he probably fell and could not get up on his own. I realized, however, that the man would not stand up anymore, and the first thing I thought was that if it was his first visit to the park, he could simply make a wish to live forever. It was that simple in my head. However, does it get any more complicated with time? We may continue doing so many things for the first time to make a wish to try something once more in our lives. We are free to make any wishes we can as long as the loud car is not approaching our sidewalks.