by Katherine Bulthuis

My vision has always been the worst in my family. When I was five years old I had to get glasses. I hated the idea of getting glasses, and denied that I needed them. That is, until I failed the eye test.

Growing up, I looked up to my sister, Adrianne, because she’s older and seemed to be the coolest person in the world. Adrianne did not have glasses, so therefore, in my eyes, having glasses was not a cool thing to have. All too soon the time came to pick out the frames for my glasses.

I sulked all the way to the store, stomping my feet as if trying to kill anything and everything under me. But when I saw all the frames to choose from I forgot to be mad at my parents and immediately began trying on glasses. There were so many different shapes and sizes, some were so wide it looked as if I were squinting, others were so brightly colored it looked as if Christmas came early that year. I ended out picking a pair of glasses that were very geeky they made me look like a frog. I loved them any ways mostly because they were rainbow- colored.

My parents didn’t get glasses until I was in second grade. Adrianne never got glasses. Her vision has always been perfect.

For years I’ve wanted contacts but was always told not until 8^th grade. Contacts were difficult to get used to. Sometimes they went out of focus, and if your eye itched you couldn’t rub it because you might tear the contact. It was all worth it though, because now I don’t have to worry about glasses being in the way or making me look like a frog.