I got my first glasses when I was eight years old. They were big, light blue and the most important there was a picture of a horse on the side of them. One day I was riding with our horse who went mad and caused me to fell from it's back. After that I found my horse glasses somewhere few meters away in two pieces. Mom took me to optometrist again, and I got my next glasses which were also big, but this time white and had colorful letters on them. Those glasses I broke at school while doing some gymnastic stuff and had put the glasses on my pocket. I think I was about 11 that time.
The next glasses were golden metal ones, almost rounded as only the fashion in mid 90's could be. The day I got those glasses I went to play with my friend and somehow I managed to make a huge scratch on them. Some how my parents were convinced that I won't need another pair of glasses that soon, and I lived happily with my golden ones until I was 13. Then the glasses just broke, and I got the next ones; brown oval shaped metal glasses. At the upper secondary I also got first contact lenses, and because glasses were super embarrassing, I wore contacts almost all the time until in London 2001 I bought my first cool glasses. Brown plastic French Connection goggles. There began the era of big glasses and the brown ones were followed with all the time bigger and bigger plastic goggles.
My last specs I bought less than a year ago, but by that time I had decided to go to laser surgery to correct the eyes. To celebrate the last glasses I got the biggest ones possible and with weirdest color combination ever; red and violet.
And then I went to the surgery. It went perfectly. And I'm happy. But sometimes I miss my goggles. A little.
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