It's dim wicked wit lit

The reason I choose to make my sculpture is quite sad when you think about it. The very first pair of glasses I got was just the beginning of it all. I broke them because they fell from my face to the floor, and then in pieces. If I were to explain how I broke every pair of glasses we would be here awhile, so instead, I’ll just wrap it up and say my most significant pair that broke. On a fine early day of school, my friends and I were walking down a street. When one of them came across a punch buggy, she punched me in the arm, nothing bad about a little punch. A few seconds later an acquaintance of mine turns around for a punch, this eventually led to my glasses being broken, that would be the 5th pair of glasses I've broken. So that I why I choose glasses. A nice, sad significance.