This morning I went into the kitchen. I sat down and asked Dad if there was coffee. I felt over the table for I don’t remember what, and my hand hit the coffee can. I felt weird, cause our coffee can is dark blue and the table’s light brown. Plus, it’s so large and it was only a few feet from my eyes. Why didn’t I see the thing? The contrast was pretty high and the object is quite big. I used to see that, right? Or didn’t I? I often wonder if I pretend I could previously see things that I can’t anymore. I don’t know why I seem to be doing that. But how long has my vision been stable? Is it? Can I judge what I used to see at some point? I clearly have memories of what things much smaller than a coffee can look like, but having these memories doesn’t mean I was able to see them last year. I even have a memory of once lying in a chair in the garden. The sky was extremely blue and it was sunny. As I looked up to the sky, I saw a black dot crossing it. In my memory, it was a plane, probably flying very low to land on the nearby airport. But I have once heard parents speak about their kids that could see planes in the sky, and all the comments were that these kids had a huge amount of vision, so over the years I’ve come to think it can’t have been a low-flying plane. I, by the way, was about six at the time of this sight. When I was eight and just had had surgery, I told Mum that perhaps I could be able to see a plane in a blue sky again. I never could (again?).
Speaking of sights and memories - I wonder what this year’s fireworks will look like. I’m not even sure if I will be able to see them. I have not gone to watch them the previous years, but my memories are extremely vivid. Likewise with the moon. I think I’ve seen that quite a few times, but the last time (as far as I remember) was when I was about eleven. I pointed at a “light in the sky” and Dad told me it was the moon. Pretty interesting.
Astrid
