Two things about this picture amaze me. The first is that my obsession with hats never went away. The second is that even at an early age, I was making photographs.
I think I am about 5 or 6 when this image was taken. It is of me and my mother standing in the driveway of the house I grew up in. I remember my father pulling this camera out of his car and taking an instant picture with it. It must have been the first time I saw an instant Polaroid, because I remember thinking he was doing magic tricks in our driveway.
I know it can be lame to try to pull the "y'know, I've been taking pictures since I can remember. . ." route; it seems like every photographer's bio says that in some form or fashion.
But, as lame as it might seem, this picture can attest that I've always played with pictures. It is one of the things that has remained with me since I was a child.
I love photography.