When I was seven years old, my family headed to a weekend Church retreat. We stopped at a local store to buy groceries and supplies. While my parents were busy shopping, I browsed the store looking for something to take with me to the Retreat. That is when I found myself staring at a small camera sitting on shelf. I never owned a camera before, but for some reason, I knew that I wanted that camera. After some pleading words to my father, he finally agreed to purchase the camera. With my new camera in hand, as they say, "the rest is history!"
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When I was seven years old, my family headed to a weekend Church retreat. We stopped at a local store to buy groceries and supplies. While my parents were busy shopping, I browsed the store looking for something to take with me to the Retreat. That is when I found myself staring at a small camera sitting on shelf. I never owned a camera before, but for some reason, I knew that I wanted that camera. After some pleading words to my father, he finally agreed to purchase the camera. With my new camera in hand, as they say, "the rest is history!"
