I can remember the day well. I was in fourth grade and my art teacher had mentioned to my parents that she thought I might be colorblind. My mom walked me down Pine Street in Rolla, Missouri and into an eye doctor's office. Shortly thereafter, I was looking at a small book with white pages and groups of colored circles. Some of the pages held numbers hidden in the colored circles, some didn't. Little did I know how much that day would become the start of a long and... [more]