My First Camera
was given to me by my Grandmother. I would trade my latest to have the negatives from it- the first roll was of a train wreck at night near her house! I still remember how the headlights from the emergency vehicles on the other side shone though the wreckage. How the world has changed. I was about 12 years old, staying with her for the summer and she let me walk up to the site in the dark. No worries.
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