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I woke up this morning and discovered I was eight feet tall. As a rather short person who has always harboured dreams of playing in the National Basketball Association this was a dream come true. My immediate problem was disentangling myself from the narrow bunk bed that I was sleeping on. Since I had my own room I could calmly ponder the excitement that lay ahead. My parents, of course, were in the master bedroom oblivious of the good fortune that had befallen me. I was finally going to be the basketball player that I had always dreamed of becoming. I hoped Yao Ming and I could play for the Chinese side in an international basketball game.
My reverie was broken when my younger sister burst into my room. She stood speechless as she saw my head in one part of the room and my feet all the way on the other side. It was six a.m. and school was supposed to start at 8 o’clock. I had preparations to make but then my sister’s wild scream made me panic as I realized for the first time that what seemed to me like good fortune seemed like an aberration to my sister. She pounded on my parents’ door, crying over and over, “Mummy! Daddy! Ping Ping Tang has become a giant!! My parents emerged from their rooms, looking at me as if I was a Martian.
On my way to school I fully expected that I was going to be the center of attention. Imagine my surprise when I realized that everybody on the street was either eight feet tall or taller; in school, all activities went on as usual, almost as if nothing had happened. And when I got back home I realized that my father was ten feet tall, my sister eight feet tall and my mother nine feet tall. The fridge was empty.