Some of the greatest moments of my life:

Instead of some fiction, I've decided to spend some time thinking back to the moments in my life where I've felt most alive.

The first and oldest I can think of was at Kennywood my freshmen year of high school. It was one of those busy, sunny days until about 5pm when a storm blew in ending the fun pretty solidly. My friends and I didn't realize it, but it wasn't a normal storm. It was a strange somewhat rare beast called a microburst.

We'll get to what a microburst is in a moment. By 5:30 all the rides were closed and a heavy rain set in. We joined a herd of people in the central cafeteria, and found ourselves nearly packed in. In one of the smartest things I did in high school, I took one look at all the people inside and thought "People packed inside a building when it's dark outside in an electrical storm. If the power goes out, there will be a stampede. Maybe I can find a safe place outside."

So I did.

I spent a few minutes living it up on the steps under and overhang. This worked well until I thought about where panicing people would stampede to and decided it was time for a new place. I looked across the way, there was a series of carnival games whose attendents were letting people weather the storm with a little elbow room and with full cover.

Perfect.

Before I get to the climax, it is important to know of The Hat That Survived Kennywood. You see, for a few years I had been looking for a good hat. The problem is, I hated (and continue to hate) baseball caps and the like. And my burgeoning fashion sense haddn't yet grown to love the fadora. This, along with my being totally unhip, lead to my buying on this very day a hat resembling the one Gilligan wore on that fateful three hour tour. Only mine had the word "Kennywood" on the front in large, friendly green letters.

So I started to walk across the way to the game booths. What I didn't quite realize when I started was the winds were between 50 and 60 miles per hour.

The winds were 50 to 60 miles per hour because Kennywood had found itself smack in the center of series of microbursts. A microburst is a strange form of weather that happens when cold air gets above warm air. Which leads to all hell breaking loose as the cold air whips downwards at near gale force. Anyway, onward.

About halfway between the two points, the wind caught my hat. Without thinking I leaned forward and down to catch it in my right hand. As I made for the grab, every hair on the back of my neck stood up as I realized a piece of debris flew full force right where my head would have been if my hat haddn't flown off.

So I escaped to the game booth contemplating my coming within six inches away from death.

And you better believe I still have that hat.