The leaves seemed suddenly crisper. "Mom, I need sunglasses," said I, while eyeing my mom with her gargantuan sunglasses on my 8-year-old face. "I see a lot better with sunglasses on."
She shrugged and obliged. But when I donned my first sunglasses, I was profoundly disappointed. The leaves just continued to blur in the wind, albeit somewhat darker.
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