Although it hardly matters to anyone but me, in a few days it will be eighty years since I snapped my first picture. Eighty years since I entered the wonderful world of photography.

It was the last Sunday in August. The year was 1935. I was six and a half years old. An older cousin had given me a little ninety-eight cent Kodak Baby Brownie camera and I was anxious to try it out. The day was bright and sunny. I posed my mother and her brother, my Uncle Jack, in front of a large fountain in a park. I have no memory of what was on the rest of that roll, but the image of my mother and Uncle Jack in front of the fountain is forever etched in my mind, although the print and the negative are long gone.
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PhotoMan, thanks for sharing this, and I find it a very heart warming story.On one level, photography is a simple but rewarding persuit, but can become as involved as we care to make it.My father shot B&W negatives and developed them onto glass plates - about 5'' by 5''.He then projected them though a large ancient looking brass projector onto a screen.I have one of myself and by brother aged approx. 1.5 years--I am in a pram andlook like I am king of the world with my first set of wheels!!
Ok, congratulations and keep enjoying it!!-( David,New Zealand).

I remember my first camera given to me by my German cousin ('57-61). Wish I still had it but as lost during the many moves our family made (military family). What I can remember of it is that it was square with a few dials, etc. For some reason Agfa comes to mind but just can't be sure. My second as a Lynx 35mm I purchased from the PX in Viet Nam. Gave that to my sister when I got my third. My third was a Minolta SRT 101 and the fourth was a SRT 202. I still have the Minolta's w/lenses, etc in a Pentax padded suitcase. My fifth was a Nikon D70 which was replaced by 2 Nikon D80's. And lastly A Nikon D7100 was added a few months ago.

But back to you..... Congratulations on your memories..... may you have many more!