Explaining my Blindness: Kids vs. High School Classmates.
To kids (I'm a cheer and gymnastics coach): Me: Come here sighted child. *steers kid outside.* What is that? Kid (3 years old): Um. A. A truck. Me: Is that your father? Kid: No. My boss: Her father is probably waiting out front. Me: Ok. *Grabs kids hand* Alright now, we're going to go out front. I need you to lead me so I don't run into anything, do you think you can do that? Kid: *pulls me.* *runs me into 3 walls and a wild mailbox that somehow teleported in front of me* To High schoolers: Me, walking behind classmate during passing period: Hey, I'm right behind you. Them: CRAP you scared me. Ok. Me: *grabs their bag or arm* Them: What are you doing asdfghjklaa oh wait never mind. Lol. Also them: *runs me into 3 walls and a wild mailbox that somehow teleported in front of me*
