When I was a small child, an eye exam at nursery school revealed that I wasn't able to see out of one of my eyes.
My parents took me to see an eye doctor, I only remember the big wicker penguin in the corner of the waiting room, and the red sucker they gave me on the way out. They broke the news to me that I was going to have to wear glasses, I had a lazy eye. They said I was almost legally blind.
After my tears, we went to the library and checked out all the childrens books they had on glasses. My mother comforted me with the fact that I could pick out any pair of glasses I wanted. In those days there weren't a lot choices, blue or pink. In fact, they didn't even have glasses small enough so the shop heated up the arms of the pair I chose so they could bend them to fit around my small head.
For a few years I wore a patch over my good eye to make my bad eye stronger. It was basically a big bandaid, again few options back then. I would sit on the bathroom counter each morning and beg my parents to leave it off that day. They always said no. I don't think I've ever thanked my parents for this.
I also ate a lot of carrots during those years, I heard that they were good for your eyes. Today, I still don't see well out of that eye, but I can see better.
I have a soft spot in my heart for small children with glasses. I always hope that people are kind to them. It breaks my heart when I hear that some children are made fun of for wearing glasses. I was lucky, no one ever treated me poorly. Not once was I called four eyes, at least to my face. The whole experience left me feeling special rather than different, a valuable lesson at a young age.