I never planned to have four eyes. I was fine with two, unaided eyeballs, squinting into the distance like an overacting extra in a Clint Eastwood movie. But genetics, as always, had other ideas. By the time I was in junior high, it was absolutely clear my eyesight was perfectly normal. The problem was everyone else seemed to have these super-human eyeballs that could read signs that were 20 feet away or more. Show-offs. Until my parents dragged me to an optometrist, I followed...
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