I was 9 years old when my mother gave me and my sister cameras.  I had broken my arm and we were headed to a local theme park.  I took two rolls of film from high in the air, of giant tissue paper flowers, bugs in the grass, and of my sister taking pictures of me. I waited anxiously at the Wal-Mart 1 hour photo thingy for my images to come back.

I was in awe that moments could be captured.  With my camera, I could make time stand still.

At 16, two very big things happened to me…..

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I’m posting over at Elizabeth’s today for a Series she’s calling Photography Friday.  Come read the rest of this story here.