When I was eleven I realized why I was such a lousy kickball player. Not because I was lacking sufficient foot/eye coordination, or because I hated running. (So why in the world would I want to actually kick the ball?) No, the real reason I was always the last person picked for the kickball (other than the fact that my nickname was "wart woman") was because I couldn't see well. My vision wasn't so bad that I truly couldn't see but I was amazed to find out that my friends could identify who was standing in the outfield. Glasses solved my vision problem but I never really got attached to being able to see clearly... or to playing kickball. Year after year my glasses sat in a drawer getting more and more unfashionable. Eventually I just decided I never really needed them. That worked until recently... now my pleasantly fuzzy world is finally getting on my nerves. So, after 33 years, I gave in and went to see the eye doctor again. The good news is that I'm no more near sighted than I was in fifth grade. The bad news is that I now need reading glasses. Oh Goody.. I'm progressive.. or at least my glasses are.
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