Glasses and I have had a love/hate relationship over the years. When I was little they were just a fact of life (since I started wearing them at two). They started to be a bit of a bother when I took swimming lessons, spun around on the monkey bars or tried to play football with my cousins (who wouldn't let me do anything but throw the ball and get out of the way so no one would break my glasses and get in trouble). Then Jr. High came and I got self conscious about pretty much everything in my life. I would come home from school and fling my glasses across the room, hoping that they would break and I would never have to wear them again. Apparently my parents bought me the really tough glasses. Darn.
Part way through high school my eyes actually worked without help and I was glasses free for the first time in 14 years! Life was good. All my problems were over. I would finally be popular.
Looking back I really don't think anyone but me really noticed much whether I had glasses or not. The huge, life changing event in my teenage life really wasn't that big a deal.
So now, back in glasses since my mid twenties, I wake up in the morning, pat around blindly for my glasses and then put them on to see a crisp, clear world. I love glasses!
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