My Horror Story About Taking Pictures

I love to take pictures of everything. I believe its one way of treasuring every moment that only comes once in our life. But there was a point in my life when I stopped doing it. It was the time when all of the pictures that I treasured were all gone!

I used to have a film camera ten years ago. It was not a digital camera and I had no computer that time so I always made sure to have my pictures printed right after I finished using the whole film. That time I had a huge collection of photo albums. I had captured everything; from the first time I met my best friend until the time I received my High School Diploma and delivered my Valedictory Address.

When I moved to another city to pursue my college education, I brought with me all my photos and lost all of them when a strong typhoon hit that city. I was in school that time and when I got home I was so horrified after I found out that the window of my room was opened. I had forgotten to close it before I left my room that day. Everything was in a real mess. My clothes, my books and my photo albums, so as all of the films that I treasured for years were all wet and damaged. I cried so hard that day but I knew I could never undo what had happened. Everything was all gone.

It was six years ago and today I already have my own computer and digital camera. Lately, I have started taking pictures like I used to do before. But now, I do it more seriously and take care of every picture as precious as every moment that it captures!