...SWEET AND PAINFUL MEMORY..

Everyone have their own experience in life either it is sweet or pain memory and same like me, I have a story that I want to share with you. This story that I could never forgot and I hope you will enjoy with my experience. The story starting when I was in form four, my school held an English elocution contest. I was really horrified when I was chosen as one of the participants. For the next few days I searched model essay books for a suitable topic to speak on for I could never have had written my own speech even if my life depended on it. Eventually, I chose a topic on pollution because at that time everyone from the man in the street to the top ministers were talking about it. After that, I memorized the speech until I was word-perfect. Having done that, I practised delivering the speech in front of a full-length mirror. At the beginning, I stumbled over some tongue-twisting words. Later, I was able to deliver the whole speech in a ringing voice and with the most emphatic gestures. I thought that I was magnificent and so did my family. Eventually, I even dared to think that I might win the championship after all!!
At last, the day of the content arrived. I was seated in front with the rest of the contestants. Some of the contestants spoke and I thought that they were very good. However, I felt that I was better than all of them. When my turn came to speak, I wanted to stride confidently up the stage but my legs had turned rubbery and I could hardly walk. Somehow, I made my way up the stairs to the stage and stood in front of the microphone. “ A very good morning to the Chairman, my beloved Principal, teachers and fellow-pupils,” I began and that was as far as I got. My next words simply refused to come out. All the beautiful words which I had stored in my memory seemed to have evaporated. My limbs were also so stiffened by fear that I could not coax them to display any of the gestures which I had taken so much time and effort to perfect. I could feel the audience sympathizing with me but I did not want their sympathy. What I wanted was their admiration. By a tremendous effort of will, I managed to let out a sound but it turned out to be croak because of my tense throat muscles. The audience was no longer sympathetic and it roared with laughter. I was so humiliated that I ran down the stage and out of the school hall without looking back even once. When I was home again, the speech I had memorized came out effortlessly. If only I could have spoken like that at the venue of the competition!! Mt attempt to participate in the elocution contest was the most embarrassing and saddest moment of my life. I could not believe it!