In most cases, they are the primary receptors of sensory information for us. There were pictures in it! Saints and angels and stories, all there in a glorious arrangement that I could see for the first time.Įyes are important. When I saw it with glasses for the first time, though, I was floored. I thought it was beautiful! So much color! Before glasses, it was a kaleidoscope of blurred colors running over on each other like backlit watercolors all merging on the same round canvas. Our church had a big stained glass rose window at the front. Then, Sunday rolled around and we went to church. And every ride home from school was deliciously detailed with distant houses, farms, people, and animals. Chalkboards and bulletin boards at school actually had some kind of meaning to me now. TV? Oh, yeah! I could sit on the couch and still see it. My enthusiasm for sight only got better as that first week in glasses went by. That was the best ride home ever! I could see! And while, before, I didn’t know what I was missing, now, I was completely enchanted by it. What always looked to me, from a distance, like a kid’s cartoon of a tree – you know the type, with a brown trunk topped with green blobs – now came to life, with quivering leaves and delicate branches.
We drove through winding New England roads, where the sun glints between tree branches and leaves, and I discovered, for the very first time, that it was possible to see individual leaves on trees. I remember coming home the day we picked up my glasses. That’s when I got my first pair of glasses.
Lo and behold, the discovery was made that I was very near-sighted. Once upon a time, just around when I turned seven, my teacher suggested to my folks that I should have my eyes checked.
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