Unwrapping that Brownie camera with a few rolls of black and white film on my birthday was exciting. I couldn't wait to start taking photos. First I had to learn to load the film in a dark closet and then I became paparazzi. I took photos of everyone, never caring about how they looked or if the background was just right. I had no regard for lighting and such technicalities would only dampen my enthusiasm of clicking that lever that activated the shutter and advanced the film roll forward. I had photos of everyone but my grandma because she was just getting out of the shower. I yelled through the door that I needed to get her photo. She said she didn't have any clothes on and you can't take photos of folks without their clothes on. I told her I didn't understand because Uncle Jack had a photo of a woman without her clothes on out in his shop.