For some unexplainable reason, my brain decided to occupy a lot of its space with my childhood memories. Irrelevant things of my early life, with a very hight level of detail, come to my mind whenever they want. So, to counteract the effect of the small space left for my short-term memory, I developed a true and deep love for lists.
I was 12 when my parents lent me their Sony Mavica (uh huh… the diskette one) and took my first photos for a school contest (which didn’t took place because it was cancelled… but that’s another story). My dad still has them saved because, in his very objective parent opinion, he was really surprised with my “good eye for composition”. And, off course, without doubting his words, my -early teen- self felt like a NatGeo photographer.