[9] Dream Come True

When I was little, I always dreamed of being a photographer. I loved looking at pictures of nature and watching my mom take pictures. Whenever it was a sibling's birthday, we would make breakfast and take it in to them in their rooms and sing. We had a usual line of kids: one carrying the meal tray, another carrying the drink so it didn't spill, one carrying the presents, and the other holding the camera taking pictures. We didn't have assigned jobs, but I always wanted to be the one in charge of carrying the camera. Unfortunately, I was never good at taking pictures so my mom would take the camera to get quality shots.

For some reason, I still wanted to take pictures everywhere we went: family vacations, summer trips, and even outings to my favorite cousin's house in Springville. Every Christmas and birthday list had "camera" on it. If it didn't come that year, it would be number one on next year's list. 

Finally, when I was 17, my parents gave in and got me a camera. It isn't the nicest camera, but it was perfect for what I wanted it for. I wasn't going to major in photography, or even minor in anything artistic, but I was able to go out and take pictures that made me happy. 

I pulled out my camera about a month ago when the trees were turning colors. Fall is, and has always been, my favorite season. I loved taking pictures of my ugly old dorm buildings surrounded by beautiful colors from campus. I still am not a good photographer, but I have loved getting to use my camera to capture memories and scenery that will always be a happy, beautiful memory!