Story 4. Picture on My Desk
There is a picture sitting on the desk in my room.
It's a picture of my parents smiling together in a peach garden.
It is special to me because it's the first picture I took for them when I was four years old.
It was a holiday weekend.
My parents took me to visit a peach orchard in the suburbs.
The peach trees were just beginning to bloom.
It was a sea of peach flowers, pink and white, so beautiful.
There was a wonderful sweet smell in the air, too.
My parents started taking pictures.
They took a picture of me, pictures of me and my father, and of me and my mother.
Then, Mom asked, Do you want to take a picture of us, too?
Yes!
Yes!
I said cheerfully.
Dad was worried.
He said I was too young, and I might drop the camera.
He did not want me to break it.
Mom said, Let him try.
He will be careful.
He will not drop the camera.
Dad was not sure, but he agreed.
Mom and Dad smiled at the camera.
Mom told me to look through the little hole where I would see them both in the middle.
Then, hold your breath and click, she said.
I listened to Mom's instructions.
Holding the camera tightly, I looked through the hole.
Yes!
I saw them!
I saw them in the middle of the window.
I pressed the button.
Click!
The picture was taken.
We got the picture back a few days later.
It looked great.
Mom and Dad were both in the picture, smiling.
That picture is my favorite.
That's why I have it sitting in a special place on my desk.
It reminds me of my happy childhood.
And my first adventure with a camera.
