So this one time in high school I was out late-ish at night ( I had a curfew at 12 that I kept so it had to be before then) with a group of people catching pigeons. Wait though, your confusion will increase. We were walking around in a wheat field looking for pigeons.
To be honest, I remember WHY we were looking, I just don't really remember WHY in the wheat field. Maybe there was a wind mill there, I don't know. I just know that it was super dark and there was no moon at all. I know that as people were ahead of me, I was bent over like a little old lady feeling the wheat in front of me. Someone had to come back after me saying "what are you doing?" "I can't see a thing." "So you think the best thing is to wander in the opposite direction feeling the tops of the wheat as though you'd find an obstruction in your path?"
Not my brightest moment.
I don't see well at night. Seriously. In health class the teacher blocked all the light from her room when we were studying the eye. She had us record the amount of time it took for our eyes to adjust so we could see those around us. 25 min I sat there as people were wandering around chatting with each other. I never saw a thing.
Back to wandering around in the dark. Tonight, I walked some diapers out to the trash bin. Which is a distance from the house, not like 10 feet more like 500. Stupidly, I didn't turn on any porch lights, or even bring my phone. Because I am at my parents house I had an extreme flash back to the moment I was wandering around in the field. I started laughing at myself at how stupid it was to just wander around in the dark.
As I am walking, laughing I notice something dark in my path. I panicked a little, not wanting to trip so I stepped to the side, passed it and then turned to glance to see if I could tell what it was. In my peripheral vision I notice another dark thing in front of me, except this time I was in motion and totally tripped up all over it.
It was a shadow.
In case curiosity is killing you, here are some answers to FAQs about this blindness thing:
My parents house has a stair case with two landings. The count for the stairs (headed up) is one, seven, five.
If I have to get up in the night with Colt, it is a conscious effort to clear my route of all obstructions. This may mean shoving stuff a few feet over. It's part of my bed time routine.
When we first moved to Fruitland as a kid, I counted my strides across the basement so I had an idea when I would approach the stairs.
Wall corners and I are well acquainted.
Yeah, the dark is really freaky to me. When Jack and I first were married or something, we had gone to a high school basketball game. I went back to the car to get something. Stupidly Jack hid and jumped out at me. It was so dark in that parking lot. I bawled, it was not funny. Well maybe a little.