Tomorrow, barring horrific rains, my school’s activities board will be hosting our own rendition of Double Dare. I’m pretty freaking excited. I can’t wait to cover people in home made slime and watch college students make fools of themselves. As we make last minute preparations for the physical challenges I can’t help but remember the old game show, and I think to myself, “I really hated this show.”
I did. It was horrible, and messy, and sometimes they had happy families which would make me anger. Mostly, though, I hated the physical challenges. See, I wasn’t athletic growing up. I know, filling buckets with sponges isn’t very athletic, but throwing salad fixings into a bowl on top of someone’s head sure is. The point is seeing kids younger than me succeed at menial, hand-eye coronation type events would upset me. Because I was blind.
Not, like Helen Keller blind, just legally blind… in one eye. Still, it meant I had absolutely no depth perception. Until I was about ten, I don’t even think I knew I had a right side to my body. Whenever I would turn corners, or go through doorways, I would smack the right half of my body into the wall leaving giant goose egg knots on my forehead. The worse part, to help alleviate this, I had to wear an eye patch over my good eye. This just made it so I couldn’t even clap. That is how bad my depth perception is. And whenever I took the eye patch off it would rip out the majority of my eyebrow… it sucked.
Luckily, with both eyes open, I can see just fine, and I’ve learned to deal with seeing things my own way. I only have to move my head a few inches to the right to see like a normal non-cycloptical individual. But every time I try to throw or catch anything I’m painfully reminded how I longed for athletic abilities growing up. I didn’t want to be a professional athlete; I just wanted to kick butt at physical challenges. And I really wanted to be on GUTS. Do you remember that? That was a cool show.
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