Oh! I want to give that little guy a big hug!
When I was 7, a neighbor boy threw a rock and hit me in the eye. I was in the hospital for a week and had to wear a patch (just briefly, though) and my little brother called me a pirate. They discovered that, no connection to the accident, I was very near-sighted, which explained my shyness. I guess most schools didn't require kids back in the 60's to have eye exams, etc.
My left eye is long-sighted to the tune of +2, which I correct with over-the-counter reading glasses. This is the eye I use to get around with and to read, write, etc, on the computer. My right eye is short-sighted to the tune of -9 and this is the eye I use to read books and magazines. When I was a kid, I assumed that everyone had an eye for getting around with, and an eye for seeing close up. If you correct the sight in both my eyes (which has been done in the optician's chair), you get two perfect images that swim about independently, and which the brain cannot merge.PS: apologies for the deleted comments; kept hitting publish when I meant to hit preview.
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