I do not remember the doctors name but I remember that his waiting room was dark and a huge grandfather clock dominated the room. It ticked, ticked, ticked the time away as we sat waiting to go in to see him. I was very sacred, having no idea what to expect. Just as the clock loudly bonged three times the door flew open and there stood a nice looking very tall elderly man calling my name, inviting me in. The doctor it turned out was from Germany and spoke with a thick accent. I remember how sweet he was to me, sensing my fears and trying to make me feel at ease.
It was determined that I needed glasses and off we went to the store to get my prescription filled. My mother told me that I could pick whatever frame that I wanted. I carefully scanned all the choices hanging from a white pegboard on the wall. There were all different colors, reds, blues, pinks, but for whatever reason I was drawn to a pair of frames that had a plaid design. Not sure what I was thinking but my mom let me buy those horrible frames. I have to say I loved those glasses probably because I was allowed to make the choice all by myself. I am sure my mother wanted to talk me out of them, but she didn't and told me how nice I looked.
So what I have learned is that sometime we need to let the people around us make their own decisions and choices even though you know it could be a big mistake. That's how we all learn.
Judge for yourself how big a mistake my plaid glasses were. Yikes!!!!!
|I am sure the bad bangs and big teeth did not help the look|