I was born three months premature. I didn’t have sight in my left eye, and I lost vision in my right eye when I was about 8 years old. I remember faces. I remember the sky and the moon. I had a box of 64 Crayola crayons, so I have a pretty good idea of color—except for the new ones. Don’t talk to me about fuchsia.
All things considered, I came out OK. All of my senses are heightened instinctively to fill the gap, but the sense I try to cultivate is my sense of humor.