Growing up in Brooklyn, I remember two distinct, and very dangerous, memories of the Fourth of July.
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Growing up in Brooklyn, I remember two distinct, and very dangerous, memories of the Fourth of July.
A few years ago I woke up, opened my eyes, and was petrified to find myself blind in my right eye. It was like a painted window, there was no sunlight except for a small sliver that fell in at the top.