[ WP ] Your whole life you had an ability that seemed normal to you . Now you realized you 're the only one with this ability .

As a kid, things always seemed.. blurry. As soon as I were too far from the TV I could n't make out the small print of, for example, snow closings. To me, this was how everyone saw, I did n't know that far off objects were supposed to be clear. 
 
 My life would change, however, one day in class. As I sat in the third row, having missed the front seats, I strained to see what was going on up on the chalkboard. From the one sided conversation of the teacher, I could at least tell it was math. `` What's the answer, does anybody know?'' 
 
 My blood ran cold as the teacher called me out. Not because I did n't know the answer, but because I could n't see to figure it out. `` I do n't know..'' I lied. 
 
 `` Well, figure it out -- look, you add here..'' she began, pointing to the blurry globs on the board. My face was beginning to turn red, I could feel it. 
 
 `` I-I ca n't see it.'' I said, finally. 
 
 I suppose the teacher somehow took this as insubordination, because I was then punished with a'red card', the fourth grade equivalent of a time out. Except that this time out was sent home, to my parents. 
 
 When I finally got home, handing over the card, I did my best to explain to my parents that I could not see the problem on the board. To them, this was incredulous, of course I could see. And so, they tested me. 
 
 How many fingers? What's this word here? What am I holding? 
 
 Needless to say, I aced the test in a bad way, leading to the scheduling of an eye doctors appointment. 
 
 The day of, I was completely frightened. To learn that you have n't been seeing right your whole life is bad enough, but I hated doctors. Having a new one, for eyes, had not been on my wish list. 
 
 When we arrived, I was greeted by walls and walls of eye glasses. It took awhile, but I actually started to think I liked the way they looked; smart, professional, like I were older and more mature. After hours of waiting, they finally took us back, my mother having to drag me from the wall of many glasses. 
 
 Surprisingly, I enjoyed the doctors company and witty banter. Even more, I did n't mind the tests; though I did fail the majority. And as we came to the final part, the eyeglass strength test, I was actually excited. 
 
 Before I knew it, the tests had ended. The doctor handed over a prescription to be taken to the front desk, and dropped off. Two weeks, they had said, as I grabbed a lollipop for the road. 
 
 Two weeks. I could hardly wait, I would be'normal'. The time would in the end fly by, and we soon found ourselves back at the eye doctors, me in the seat. 
 
 `` Alright, now try these on.'' The doctor said, handing me the eyeglasses that I had picked out previously. Now outfitted with my prescription lenses, I felt like a superhero putting on his mask for the first time. 
 
 As I slid them on, I saw the world in a brand new way. It was like someone had turned on the light; everything was brighter, more crisp and clear, colorful. I smiled widely and laughed, seeing the world the way it was meant for the first time in my life. 
 
 `` I'll take that as they work?'' The doctor said, smiling. 
 
 `` Yes!'' I cried out. But something bugged me, and I felt that the doctor would be the one to know; after all, he had gotten me the glasses? 
 
 `` But where did it go?'' I asked him finally, my curiosity piqued. 
 
 His face scrunching into an odd shape, he asked, `` Where did what go?'' 
 
 `` The things,'' I said, plainly `` all those tiny things that make up everything in the world?''
