For the longest time, I had avoided buying myself a camera.
My reasons for this are twofold: first, I am arecovering scatterbrain. Seriously. I'm certain I've made a sizable dent in my parents' retirement savings from the sheer number of water bottles I misplaced growing up.
My reasons for this are twofold: first, I am a
Second, I'm the biggest klutz you'll ever meet. And not in that adorable damsel-in-distress kind of way either.
AnyWHO, for a time, in light of the aforementioned problems, I abandoned the idea of owning a real live camera and opted, instead, for the handy dandy disposable kind.
That's right.
In high school, I was the weirdo running around making that really loud film-winding sound after each picture I took.
Then I would bring six or eight of these giant, spent plastic cameras down to the photo developing place where the nice people who worked there were too polite tolaugh in my face tell me that it was no longer necessary for me to be using this dinosaur technology.
In high school, I was the weirdo running around making that really loud film-winding sound after each picture I took.
Then I would bring six or eight of these giant, spent plastic cameras down to the photo developing place where the nice people who worked there were too polite to
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