When I was five years old, I walked out of my optometrist's office wearing seashell-pink-and-gold-rimmed glasses with lenses so thick that I remember them as being cloudy although I know they were clear. And I saw leaves. On trees. Individually. I was amazed.
I woke up this morning with scratchy red eyes pleading with me to forego the contact lenses I have been wearing for much longer than recommended because I always forget to change them. The poor baby blues begged for my backup glasses, but vanity is an overriding factor for me when it comes to my eyes. So I busted out a fresh set of those flimsy, slippery little miracles that saved me from forever being stuck with metal and plastic appendages to my face. My eyes are singing with relief right now and when I walked outside I noticed the leaves on the trees. Individually. And I was five years old and amazed again.
Maybe I should just get Lasik?