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My Favorite Childhood Memory of my Mom
For as long as I could remember, I’d get really bad headaches. Sometimes, they’d last for days. My mom took me to a doctor, and he prescribed a pair of glasses. (Later, we found out it was lactose intolerance. And something in the powder in the boxed macaroni and cheese. But that’s another story for another day.)
Most six-year-old kids would be excited about something different. Six-year-old me was not. Instead, I was completely terrified of going to school the next day. What if I got laughed at? What if I broke them? Or worse. What if they ended up looking horrible on me?
I don’t remember the day I got the glasses, but I do remember what they looked like. They were clear plastic with blue confetti-like decorations in the frames. They were just as ugly as they sounded. I was probably excited about how weird they looked when I first picked them out. Cause if there’s one thing I haven’t outgrown, it’s my taste of anything weird.
Fast forward to Halloween, circa. 1994
I’m not sure for how long, but my mom kept getting calls from my teacher about my habit of forgetting my glasses. I’d just leave them on my dresser, get on the bus, and tell my teacher, “Oh, I forgot!” when she asked why I wasn’t wearing them that day.
