On a camping holiday I chose to shield my eyes from the sun by convincing my dad to buy me some sun glasses with colourful lights around the edges that would flash non stop. It was my belief that I was now light years ahead of every other human. The glasses were almost as big as my face. I remember switching them on in the dark and just looking at them, which was a pointless practice. I was sure I was on the cutting edge. They did not increase my chances of meeting a seesaw companion at the camp site. Memory 020 0f 024 (Collection 401)