2024 01 15

Bread is among my favorite things of all-time.

When I was a kid, I was a picky eater. My mom would send me to sleepovers at my best friend’s house with a full loaf of french bread. As werid as this sounds, I loved it and would snack on the loaf as I got hungry. I’m guessing she did this in case the dinner being served was something picky boys didn’t like. In reality, they’d usually just order a nice big pizza (also my favorite food) and, as I vividly remember because I thought it was so odd, cut it up with a pair or scissors.

Anyway, it’s strange how some memories just become seered into your brain. I also vividly remember picking up a toy gun at this friend’s house and nonchalantly aiming it at his bedroom tv (like in Duck Hunt!) and pulling the trigger, for fun! The fun quickly changed to terror as the toy gun was in fact a high powered pellet gun and the pellet shot out, hit the glass tv screen and cracked it, ricocheted back to the other side of the room and nailed my best friend in the leg causing him to scream out in pain. WTF! I managed to hit the two most sensitive objects in the room, in one shot, without even trying. Talk about good aim!

With aim like that, this moment is when I knew I was destined to become a photographer.

-Clayton