I got glasses in the second grade. It is one of my most vivid memories of grade school. We lived in Urbana, Missouri and my Momma and I went to Springfield. I do not believe it was just the two of us, I recall other people, but do not recall them specifically. We went to Pearl Vision Center in the mall. What stands out the most is the drive home. For the first time ever, I saw road signs, billboards, speed limit signs and the scenery! I had no idea how badly I could not see until I could see. I wore glasses from second grade, seven years old, until I was 16 years old. I remember showing up to our summer drivers education program without my glasses. That felt like freedom! I could see so much more. I could wear sunglasses. Having a child, you just know that genetics is stacked against them. It was never a matter of if The Boy would need corrective eye wear but a matter of when. Three years ago we got our first hint. The Boy's eye sight started to change. Not...