I remember the day I knew my vision was going. I was a pretty decent contact hitter when I was in youth baseball. I made the A squad when I was 11, with hopes of making the Cooperstown tournament team the next year. Well, first day of batting practice the following year I couldn’t hit lol. Couldn’t see the ball! Didn’t get glasses for another year or so. Needless to say, but I did not make the tournament team
Now, at 40, I struggle at night. Traffic lights and headlights sometimes turn into massive starbursts. Especially on rainy nights. Up close I’m starting to sympathize with my father, as I find myself pushing my phone away from my face to be able to focus on letters. Not ready for readers. Yet.
“Forty eyes” are definitely a thing