I Was A Pirate

Pesky Pippi
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
Me at three!

At three, I was unstoppable. Plaid pants? Check. Saddle shoes? Check. Red tricycle? Check.

Eye patch? Check. Wait, what?

I wore an eye patch when I was little. I had a lazy eye. The doctor instructed me to wear a patch over my right eye to strengthen my left eye. The goal was to have my lazy eye work harder to communicate with my brain.

That patch didn’t stop me!

I cycled around the neighborhood with speed! I got extra hugs and comfort from my family! Eye patches were cool! Being three was exciting!

I no longer wear an eye patch, plaid pants, or saddle shoes. I no longer ride a red tricycle.

Whoa. Where has all of the excitement gone?

Pesky Pippi

Written by

Big heart, big dog. Mother of 3. Instagram: @PeskyPippi

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