The Day I Dropped My New Camera

It was a pleasant spring day in the Brittany region of France.  I strolled along taking pictures of the buildings, which were very appealing.  I had a new camera I’d bought only two weeks before the trip so I could take crisp, clear pictures.  I’d get the camera out of its case, take pictures and carefully put it back in the case.  As I looked around I saw a carousel.  I’d noticed carousels in other towns and villages but hadn’t taken any pictures of them.   This seemed like the perfect opportunity so I pulled the camera out of its case.  And then it happened.  The camera dropped out of my hand and landed on the cobblestone street.  It didn’t just hit the ground – it bounced several times as I stood there unable to keep it from happening.

I bent down and when I  picked up the camera there were scrapes and little dents around the corners.  Since I‘d already had the experience of damaging a camera beyond repair when I dropped it a couple of years ago, I was a little concerned.  Holding my breath, I pushed the “on” button and took several pictures to see if it still worked.  Everything seemed to be functioning normally, and I began to have some hope that the camera was all right.  Someone came up to me and said he’d dropped every camera he ever owned and they all were fine.  So I’m happy to say the camera survived this little mishap.

I took this picture of the Eiffel Tower a few days later, and that’s when I knew my camera was still working.  I haven’t dropped it since, and now I just think of the dents as souvenirs.