Photography was always, always an interest of mine, but when you're nine years old and using disposable cameras, your material is bound to suck. Even with the best equipment, you're bound to suck. So whenever I said I wanted to be a photographer when I grew up, my mom just kind of giggled at me and said "yeah, ok." (Remarkably enough, she never did that when I said I wanted to be a writer. In fact, the only thing that concerned her there was the prospect of making next to no money.) But then I got older, took a summer school course, got more focused and opened up my "creative eye", and wouldn't you know it, I'm not half bad. In fact, someone brought it to my attention today that I should look for a job in a photography studio and could, in due time, open up my own company. I had thought of being an apprentice last summer, but the idea kind of slipped away because nothing seemed worthwhile. But now with all these studio's I've been going to and all that practice I've been having, well, that apprenticeship or even a normal job at a studio is becoming a serious possibility again. I mean,I've finally reached the age where I don't have to wait until "I'm older" to become what I want to be. Why waste my time working in restuarants or department stores when I can be doing something that will actually help me in my career path? So, once I get some breathing room here, I'm going to do exactly what Advice told me to. I'm going to gather some of my best works and make nice prints of them, clean-up my resume, talk around, and begin the hunt. .J. B. Dreams.