I was looking at some old, old attempts to get into photography when I was around fourteen the other night. Back then, all I had was a tiny blue point-and-shoot camera that I don't even remember the make and model of. My first real foray into photography came when my parents gave me their hand-me-down Pentax PZ-70 film SLR. That camera's long dead these days, with a locked-up mirror and dead batteries, but when it worked, I shot many, many rolls of film on it. I saw some that I actually loved. I know it was just beginner's luck, but it's funny to consider that maybe a camera always belonged in my hands.