When I was about 10 years old, I can remember sitting in the classroom squinting. I remember being in the very last row with squinting to see what my teacher was writing on the chalkboard.
I didn't necessarily understand what was going on, it just kind of happened, but things were starting to get out of focus.
One day my mother was watching me fly a kite. It wasn’t a very windy day, so I had to run to keep the kite up in the air. I kept looking back at the kite to watch it fly, and when I was looking back, I ran right into a tree giving myself a concussion. My mother said she was watching, and it looked like I bounced off the tree. She refused to admit her son was doing something moronic, and blamed it on my vision, and said I needed to go see an eye doctor.
