IMG_4424Fourth grade was a time for changes that would follow me for my entire life.  My mom told me that I was going to be out of school for a half day.  Like the steady obedient child that I was my response was melodramatic, “Sure.”

The next thing I knew I was in an examination chair following the orders of a man in a white lab coat.  We were surrounded by odd looking instruments.  It was dark.

He told me to look through the eyepieces of a weird looking machine.  It was like a pair of binoculars but there was nothing streamlined about it.  The chin piece was uncomfortable and the headpiece dug into my forehead.

“Tell me which row of letters is more clear, A or B,” he rapidly directed.
“A,” I said confidently.
“Which is clearer now, A or B?” he continued.
“B, I guess,” my uncertainty was honest.
“I…I…can’t tell,” my uncomfortableness at failing a test was becoming frustrating.

Before I knew what was happening I was fitted for my first pair of glasses.  My mom dropped me off at school.  All of the kids stared at me when I walked back into the classroom.

Ever since that day I tried many clip-on sunglasses, goggles, and over-glasses to shield my peepers from the bright rays of the sun.  None were comfortable and certainly “cool” was never a part of them.  Time has passed and it was time for a change.

A local eye wear company had a sale.  I picked up my new prescription glasses.  Along with them I received my first pair of prescription sunglasses.  Wow, it was fun to wear my “shades”.

They were light-weight.  My regular glasses could take a break.  Several compliments from my bride brought back the delight of feeling “cool” on a major scale.

Once the novelty had worn off, I noticed something about these prescription sunglasses.  They are so light-weight that I was not habitually pushing them up on my face at regular intervals.  That is such an annoying habit for all of us who wear glasses.

I tried contacts but my vision condition makes it difficult to fit for them.  My outdoor activities caused major discomfort then dust got in them.  It was precarious to be blinded by tears when I was in a dangerous situation.

Now, with corrective lenses built into my sun glasses, life is a step up.  Yay, for prescription shades!  I am pleased so many years after the fourth grade.

photo credit: brucefong photography