" It's no wonder why I would always fall, trip, stumble and or crash into something, I couldn't see. Oh, I'm sorry,my name is Spit, yeah I know what you're thinking, 'Spit, what kind of name is that, I get it. Let me explain. Since I can't see well I'm always experiencing mishaps. A lot of those mishaps include dirt, dust, foods of all kinds, drinks, and from time to time glass in my mouth, hence Spit since I do a lot of that. Nevertheless people tend to dig it plus the real name Ralph Demmiton Douglas-James well just never stuck with me-the whole 'Ralph' thing, I mean shouldn't there be an F in the name , there's a T in Spit. My mom calls me Spit, it took a while but she came around my grandmother on the other hand is not having it.In fact she will announce to all that can hear that her only grandchild was named after her long lost husband, my Papa, and her only son that was killed in combat that I never got to meet.She says it with pride trying to make sure everyone knows my name,including my father and grandfather if their listening. So that's the name history, and the Spit of it, ha, see it's catchy. Now let me tell you a story about myself, and the things I see through my Broken Glasses.

The day started like any other day, the sun was creeping up over the top of that Montana mountain bright, and offering nothing more than just a pretty sight to a below zero morning. Like every morning I often lay there in my bed thinking how this day will go. I mean I've been asleep for the past 8 hours,things have already happened, wars have started, storms have come and gone, and doctors have discovered something new-somewhere. "Milk" i heard myself say out loud, " milk,of course, no milk no cereal", that was my morning motivation for this day.

As I got up, and started my morning norms, turning on the cartoon, starting the coffee for my mom, and confirming whether or not I have milk-which today I did, I pick up my glasses, wipe the lenses as if they were Prada's and gently put them on. I looked out my kitchen window into the mountains and wondered how the sun could be so bright and it is so cold. Still beautiful but cold. I turned to head back to the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal but just as I turned something caught my eye.I mean I think something did. I tried turning back to catch it but there was nothing, and I can't describe it other than I saw three eyes, and they were looking directly at me. At first it gave me a jolt, somewhat of a chill. As I slowly walked to the table to eat I wondered, " what was that".

I finished breakfast, and went back to my room to get ready for school. This was the toughest part of the morning, going out in the snow to a place not ranked top on your "to go to list', school. Nevertheless it was what it was, and no one, especially my mom was listening to anything other than ' love you mom, and nana see you after school"an announcement I made as loud as possible hoping to interupt their sleep, it was my daily payback for making me go to school.

As I started toward the stairs I thought I heard something behind me,I swung around but nothing was there. Down the stairs I went, making sure my exit was heard loud and clear, and with a loud Bang the front door was shut, and I was off to school