A Christmas present for my sixteenth birthday from my parents. This was my first artist tool beyond the pencil. The pencil was a tool I had a love/hate relationship with. I loved drawing starting as a toddler, but by second grade I found it painful to use a pencil for long periods, (I believe it was thanks in part to long, tedious, handwriting drills in Catholic school, under the watch of ruler bearing nuns, ready to rap your knuckles if you messed up). Neuralogic challenges similar to MS made drawing or painting out of the question. (Fortunately, I discovered the computer and the mouse, which I can draw with all day).
I considered photography at first, because I could express myself without much pain being involved. However, my dad's thing was photography and I had to rebel a little. I was fascinated by moviemaking, especially animations, and this 8mm camera would allow me to explore those mediums.