When I was younger, I needed glasses. I must have been seven or eight, because I got them in third grade. Second grade? Who knows. I do know that I hardly ever wore them until sixth grade, when we moved to Mississippi. I got sick of not being able to see. Weird. Anyway, I think they definitely added to the look I was trying to pull off.
Anyway, when I was younger, I was also a bit of a tool. I can remember going to pick out frames, skinny little seven-or-maybe-eight year old me, and finally choosing a pair, and while I was wearing them around the store, I remarked how amazing it was that I could already see better!!!
They were empty frames. They didn't even have clear glass in them, they were LITERALLY just frames with air where the lenses would go.
And I declared, for all the world to hear, that I could already see better with them.
Bless my parents. They didn't remark. Either they were being graceful and not making me feel like a complete and utter asshole, or (more likely) they weren't listening.
Either way, I cringe at this memory at least once a week. What was WRONG with me?!?! I guess I was just a dork, thru and thru, when I was younger.
And a little bit now too.
As always, linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop with prompt #1: Write something that begins and ends with the words “When I was younger.” Although I guess a cheated a tiny smidge on the end there.