The moment I realized my life had changed was like the day I first tried on my new glasses. I was in 7th grade. I knew I had some vision problems, but I had no idea how severe they were until I slipped those glasses on over my nose for the first time and looked out the window.
I gasped and saw a sight I’ll never forget. It was a tree. There was nothing particularly special about the tree except that this tree had individual leaves that I could see. Until that moment, I thought that no one could see individual leaves on trees. Drawings of trees looked like green scribbles on top of brown trunks because that’s what they looked like, or so I thought. I knew that individual leaves existed because I had seen them on the ground. I’d held them in my hand. Off the tree they were individuals, but on the tree they were an indistinguishable collective. That’s what I thought until I tried on those glasses that day when I was 13. Continue reading My New Sight