My youth was carefree and fun. Until I hit the age of seven. This being the age that my school deemed it necessary for all children to go and have their sight checked. Off we all went to our local hospital (now a bunch of swanky flats).
Twenty four went in.
Two were left sat in the corridor outside the room with respective parents whilst the optician (or very tall man in white coat as he was known to us) went to organise a prescription.
My earth shattered. I, along with one of my classmates had been caught out. Continue reading