The first time I held a camera it felt like finding a language I had been humming without words. The body of it was unfamiliar, yes, but the way light folded across a page or caught a laugh made something inside me click: quiet, bright, immediate.

I had never used one before, but that did not matter. I pointed it at the classroom window and filmed a slice of afternoon light. The clip was imperfect shaky, overexposed in one corner but when I watched it back I felt a soft, surprised joy. Not pride. Just the simple recognition that this felt right.

I am learning the parts and the terms, but mostly I am learning to pay attention. To notice how a pause holds, how a small look can speak, how sound and silence trade places. Each mistake is a detail I keep, not a failure to hide.

I am not here to prove anything to anyone. I am here because this is quietly, undeniably nice. I come for the small discoveries and stay for the way they settle in me, waiting to be framed again.

I AM A PROUD FILM AND MULTIMEDIA BEGINNER!