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Everything has to start somewhere…
On holiday together with mom and a school friend, somewhere in 1982, that one occasion happened that effected the rest of my life. Walking out to a mooring, my eye got caught to something black. Right away I felt the excitment, that makes the heart of a young boy go round and round.  Closing in to this camera shaped object, I begun to smile. Look what I found. I couldnt believe it.  I looked around and shared my excitment. In my hands I held a real Nikon EM complete with lens on it. For the first time, I held a real professional brand of still image camera in my hand. The leather cover it was in, was strong and shining.
On holiday together with mom and a school friend, somewhere in 1982, that one occasion happened that effected the rest of my life. Walking out to a mooring, my eye got caught to something black. Right away I felt the excitment, that makes the heart of a young boy go round and round.  Closing in to this camera shaped object, I begun to smile. Look what I found. I couldnt believe it.  I looked around and shared my excitment. In my hands I held a real Nikon EM complete with lens on it. For the first time, I held a real professional brand of still image camera in my hand. The leather cover it was in, was strong and shining.
Mom said we had to go to the police station to notify the loss of the camera. But that wasnt going to happen to me. No, instead of that, I gave them our phone number. In case of an owner, they could be in touch we us.The rest is history. The never gave a call.
