At 10, I saw: 

“Its morphin’ time!” Those Zords are amazing! I want to be a ranger. My brother and I would play-fight every chance we got. 

At 15, I saw:

Do I really have to learn ALL these rules to get a license? This town doesn't even have a stoplight, what do I care about a blinking yellow light? Fine. Give me back the book and I'll read some more. I just really want to be able to drive. 

At 20, I saw:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Power equals I squared R. I’m not making that up, Jes. That's what the professor actually said in class. It's a formula related to electricity. I kind of need to pass this physics class to keep my scholarship. This Friday, can we go to the movies though? ‘Iron Man’ is supposed to be awesome. 

At 25, I saw:

Cyrus loves playing with his ball. He’s such a happy little boy. Jes and I like it here. We might consider buying a house. We’ve gotta get out of that crackerbox. Excuse me, I need to go write a test for my students. 

At 30, I saw:

My body has betrayed me. I can barely tie my own shoes. The eyepatch helps, but I'm not supposed to wear it a lot. The Doctor said she doesnt want my body to rely on it as a crutch. My eyes will never work together again if I keep one of them covered. No, I'm not blind. Each eye is still working fine, they're just not working together right now. Drastic double vision. Any person I talk to has two heads. I'm not hallucinating and they are both real. My eyes are just pointed in different directions.

At 30, I couldn't see:

- A coherent image on a screen.

- Lines on the road. 

- Text on a page in front of me.

- My son’s journey through life.

- A point in continuing to try. 

At 35, I saw:

The muscles controlling the direction of my eyes have stabilized. I now have prism glasses, though I don't like wearing them. Even though I have autonomy now, it's still a permanent reminder of what I don't have any more, and what will continue to be taken from me. But at least I can see.