Tuesday, 28 August 2012
By Lyn Burnstine
When I was a small child just beginning school, my parents and teachers were puzzled that my reading and arithmetic skills were not progressing in keeping with my command of the spoken language. Finally, my second-grade teacher, after moving me ever closer to the blackboard, suggested that I might be having visual difficulties.
It’s hard to believe now that it could have taken them that long to conclude that I couldn’t see beyond the end of my arm.
So I was taken for an eye exam and glasses. When the glasses were ready, my mother took me to the optometrist’s upstairs office to pick them up. The doctor put them on me, led me over to the second-floor window and said, “There, what do you see?”
In my seven-year-old, full-of-wonder voice, I exclaimed, “Oh, Mommy, it looks just like a picture!”
My poor mother wept then and for years to come as she repeated the story always adding, “The poor child had never seen anything clearly in her whole life except in a picture!”
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