It was a sweltering hot day in summer when I decided that I needed a camera.
I was flopped on the couch, gazing out the window, when the idea occurred to me.
Sure, I had a phone- but the camera quality was terrible, not to mention the lens was scratched.
I glanced down at my empty mug. It looked so pretty on the weathered wood table.
Why not have a camera to capture moments like those? The more I thought about it, the more I was sure I needed a camera.
So I grabbed my laptop and began to search. I read every photography quote on Pinterest, scoured the web for the best deals, and began to just generally obsess over having a camera of my own.
Soon, I started earning money. It turned out that a lot of people will pay to have their car cleaned.
As I wiped the suds from my face, I would remember what I was working for and would attack the dusty windows and tires with redounded energy.
Our neighbor informed me that her car had never been so clean.
Finally, the long awaited day arrived. It was late evening, and I sat in my chair at my desk, bouncing up and down with excitement. My mouse hovered over the blue button that read “Complete Order.”
I clicked it and watched with growing excitement as the page loaded.
Your order is complete and should arrive in 6-8 business days.
I grabbed Surjan’s hands and did a happy dance while Chloe barked at our feet.
Now, I just had to wait those dreaded 6-8 business days. That week was the longest of my life, next to the week of Christmas.
On the day it was scheduled to arrive, I lurked by the mailbox, shading my eyes from the sun as I squinted up and down the road, waiting for the mailman. When at long last his dusty van rattled to a stop, I practically shrieked with joy.
He gave me a slightly concerned look and handed me a cardboard box taped tightly shut. I hugged to my chest and shouted my thanks as I dashed towards the house.
I burst into the living room and sank onto the floor. Bits of tape and paper were spread around me as I tore open the box to reveal layer upon layer of brown paper. I tossed it away impatiently.
It was mine. It looked like something straight out of Pinterest. It had a lens! It was shiny! It had so many buttons! I loved it already.
I lifted the camera from the box, envisioning the pictures I would take.
I glanced down at the thick camera manual lying at my feet. It didn’t look too inviting.
I pushed it under a heap of paper with my foot and smiled at my camera.
I could always read the manual later, right?
Slowly, I reached down and flipped the tiny switch labeled On/Off.
I clicked the “Start Here” button and settled onto the couch. My smiled faded quickly as a small box with red letters flashed into view.
Error. Please Remove Lens Cap.
This…. could take a while.
Hey guys! 😀
Don’t worry, I’m not quitting the Smallones or anything, this is just a quick photostory . 😉 What did you think? Be sure to comment below!
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P.S: GUYS! Misty is releasing a novel this fall called Shadows. She posted about it on her blog today….. read the post HERE. 😀