This is me, 7 years old with my first real camera. My parents got it for me because they wanted me to have memories, something that could save them for me. Because my brain can't save them on my own.
I don't even clearly remember this day. My brain misfunctioned as a child, we didn't understand what happened. Everything was fine until I started to forget. As time went on my memories faded and after about 5 years old I had forgotten most of my childhood.
The only way I can remember everything was through pictures. Somehow my brain will bring a photo to life and I can instantly see what happened. That's why they got me the camera. Every Friday my dad would pick me up from wherever I was and we would go and print every photo out twice. Once to have it to look back on, and another to hide away.
As time went on the camera was my closest companion, you never saw me without it. Always hanging from around my neck, or in my hand. My parents took photos for me to but my photos were different. The photos I took were different from my parents. They were clear and perfectly focused. That's where my life began, as the girl with the camera.
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The girl with the camera
Teen Fiction17 years old, one and only year of high school, always carrying a camera but no one knows why! A life full of questions and mysteries. Now friends come and go leaving her to try and survive this strange new world
