December 29th, 2009:

Do you remember getting your first glasses? I do. I was six when my Mom took me into a dark office, where a doctor placed a gigantic piece of equipment on my nose and told me to read off signs of dogs, boats, and cups from a chart, as he kept changing the lenses. I had been reading for a couple of years by then and told him I could do the other chart with letters on it, too.

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