When I was eight, our teacher hung a yellowish piece of paper on the blackboard and said, “Copy this.” I was sitting at the end of the classroom and suddenly felt confused. I could only see a large, blank sheet. After a while, I remember raising my hand and asking shyly, “Mrs. Teacher, I can’t see anything there.” She must have been used to that because she immediately replied, “Try getting closer.” I took a couple of steps toward the center of the room, and Huey, Dewey, and Louie appeared on the yellow paper. That’s how I discovered I am myopic.
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