A Photographic Memoir-Personal Narrative

A Photographic Memoir At four years old, I may not have been the brightest child. I didn’t know what went on in the ever so complicated world then. I wanted a simple picture, that’s all. I hadn’t realized it then, but this picture stays stuck as a memory in my mind for a while to show me how to appreciate this life I have here now.
This scene took place at a photography studio in a shopping mall. It may not sound like the best place now, yet when I was just a small child, this place caught my eye. There sat two big windows on both sides of a glass door. A sign hung above the door reading “Photo Perfections” with a camera beside it. As soon as I saw it, I knew I needed a picture. So, I begged my mom to take me into this mini studio.
Oddly enough, she obliged to it. She most likely also wanted a picture of me. I can still remember my excitement and gratitude when we walked in. I don’t remember much about the inside of this shop. I can remember the blurs of scenery as I got dressed into a fairy costume. I can just barely remember the light blue walls and photography lights. I don’t remember choosing a fairy theme either, but I’m glad that we stuck to this theme. It gives a magical feeling to this enjoyable memory.
I changed into a blue and pink sparkly dress. I somewhat disliked the dress, but I went with anything just to get a picture.
As soon as I dressed fully into my costume, I sat on the dark brown log, which completed this part of the scenery. There sat fake trees, purple, blue, red, and yellow plastic flowers and a ceramic squirrel with a confused face. The forest-like scenery sparkled in my eyes. I remember the nauseating smell of plastic. Although, it felt like rubber underneath my fingers.
I would not smile, and that stopped the entire process right there. My brother had to tickle me- specifically on the knee- to get me to smile. That memory always brought a grin to my face whenever I think about