When I was 6 years old, I got my first pair of glasses. At the time, the optometrist had told my mother that such a solution was optional – they could also patch my more nearsighted eye and wait and see if my vision got worse as I grew older. But my Mom decided to go with the glasses; in part, perhaps, because of my enthusiasm for the idea. For unlike many other young kids my age, I thought glasses looked cool. I’m not sure how I got this into my head, but what I do remember is that I Read more