Post by Jessica R.
I wore glasses as a child. Those thick brown plastic frames that were so popular back in the eighties and which made me look a bit like an owl. I was not a particularly neat child, nor a very careful child, so I often popped out the glass (plastic), bent the arms or even broke the glasses outright.
At home, this wasn’t a huge deal. The optometrist up the road often had a quick fix—a new screw, a replacement arm—and sent us on our way with my glasses looking new in minutes. At camp it was a whole other issue.
One memorable summer I lost a screw within hours of arriving at the remote camp location. The counselor found a paperclip that fit in the tiny hole, and cobbled together something that held the lens in place perfectly, if a little unstylishly.
A week later I stepped on my glasses and snapped them in half. The only sticky thing the counselor could find was a snoopy band-aid, which she somehow managed to use to hold the two halves of my glasses together. People pointed at my odd looking eye-wear for a day or two, and then the snoopy band-aid and the paperclip just became part of the get-up and no one even noticed. Not even me. When you’re at camp there are more important things to worry about, like s’mores and canoeing!
My mother, on the other hand, was less than pleased when she came to pick me up at the end of the month. Go figure.