I was 10 years old and next in line to inhale the helium balloon. I was very excited to have my voice screech at an unusually high pitch. When I started to inhale the helium, I passed out cold. The helium had blocked the oxygen supply to my brain, and in a matter of moments, I was on the ground hacking uncontrollably for about a minute or so.

The last thing I remember was inhaling the balloon and then, all of a sudden, I was running in a tall (waist high) yellow pasture of wheat waving in the wind. It was the type of lighting that would be described as "Golden Hour," a true feeling of the heavens. I was running towards a massive, healthy, green tree. It felt like I was running for 10 minutes, although I didn't feel physical stress in my body from the running itself.

Underneath the tree was what I had seemingly just known to be Jesus Christ. Having grown up Christian, I felt that I was inclined to assume it was Jesus, but something within me knows it was him. He was patiently waiting for me to run into his embrace.

As I neared him, I was plucked back into reality, as I opened my eyes to a group of worried parents and siblings. I felt absolutely strange. Obviously, my oxygen supply had returned, but I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I’d reached the figure underneath the tree.