I've been behind corrective lenses since I was 10. Although I don't recall what originally sent me to the eye doctor, I have a vivid recollection of the "glasses" I had to wear after having my pupils dilated for the exam.
They were made from what felt like photo film, and I'm sure I wore them longer than I needed because I thought they were groovy.
Hey, it was 1970 --- cut me some slack.
When I turned 18, I bought myself contacts. Of course, there have always been glasses, and, for the last several years, I forsook my contacts because, really --- where was I going to go that needed me to be cute and eye-makeup-y?
Long story short, I'm back in contacts some of the time. The week before last, after a long time with what I thought were glasses and eyesight troubles, I had an eye exam. No need to change my glasses, but I do have extremely dry eyes. So, eye drops for me, and while I was there, why not some contacts, too? I'd budgeted for glasses, and contacts were much, much cheaper. I do have to have readers when I wear them for reading or close work, but that's no big deal. A trip to Dollar Tree and it was done. The best part? Getting to wear sunglasses when driving. Driving with "regular" glasses can give me ferocious headaches.
I decided to go through my mother's wallet yesterday and found a nice collection of photos. Especially of Briton and Hannah. For reference, this is them sort of now
and this is them in a photo Mama carried
Although we all adore them, that rabbit seems singularly unimpressed.