Personal Narrative: Childhood Photos

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I am Joshua Visbal, a freelance photographer and avid reader of your magazine. I would love to contribute my photography for Scout Magazine.

Read on to take a step into my memories and ask yourself “What are some memories that I love?

When i was little i was a sweet child. I never caused any trouble. I never bothered anybody, I even made straight A’s. But that all changed when we moved to a new neighborhood. When we moved it seemed like a good place at the time. There were kids my age, there was a playground. I thought it would be a great place to live. They first day we moved to our new neighborhood i didn't come outside. I didn't come out that second day or the third the fourth. I was to busy playing games to bother to go outside. It was the fifth day when my mom said “How do you expect to make friends if all you do is stay in there house”?. I said “Yeah, your right I guess ill go outside”. So I went outside roughly about 12 kids were outside playing on the playground so I jumped right inn and started playing to.

My top photos were chosen, because they all have optimal exposure. Which is one of the most important aspects of photography. These five photos were the ones with the most clarity and they incorporated different angles. I really liked capturing the raindrops on the flowers and leaves. It had a unique element to the pictures.

Recalling my life as a junior in high school does not give me a great deal to look back on. But one intent that has always stood out to me, even as a young girl, is to have a positive impact on someone's life and make a difference, whether big or small. But semi-recently, my maturing mind and actions did not understand the difference between a positive or negative impact on a friend's happiness. After too long of a time not discerning my mistake of using bullying to change this friend, I finally recognized the negative impact that my actions were causing. This led me to search for a new course of action to mend my mistake. My then 15-year-old mind eventually understood that the words used as an attempt to fix a very close friend did nothing

My name paints a picture worth more than one hundred words. In Greek, it means god-given, but here in the United States it is worthless. It means hard work. It means high quality. It stands for sensitivity. It is like the number 4, blocky, bold, and beaming. With a sweet taste of victory with the payoff of hard work. Teddy looks like an electrifying, hair-raising roller-coaster with sensational loop-the-loops. It smells like sweat hitting the hard, musty basketball court, creating a sense of hope to work better than the man standing next to me. Although, maybe a different name could work. One lengthy that provides a sense of lofty goals. Malachi should do, as it also paints a picture worth even more than that of Teddy. Finally, I found the

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My sister is weight, but she has a pretty face and she short. All her life people put her down because of her weight. Because of what people think of her she has a low self-esteem. She been talked about so much that when her family tried to show how beautiful she really is, she just put herself down because she just don't believe

Me being a shy quiet person presentations were somewhat difficult for me. The way I would present a presentation would be thru my photography, my pictures told the story. However, as I matured the shyness went away and I found talking came easy. I was asked by a friend that worked in public relations at the Boston Globe Newspaper if I would like to give a presentation about the best ways to create memories by way of photography, producing great pictures to a group of high school student (Fontbonne Academy) that were going on a trip. At first I was reluctant being shy and all, but I agreed. I must admit it was a wonderful experience, never did I feel nervous. My presentation was about an hour long, I used visuals along with speaking. I continued

It took awhile to come to realization that my best friend had left me alone at prom, and it took longer to overcome the feeling of loneliness. Now that the person, whom I trusted and loved, had abandoned me I decided to take pictures. With the camera around my neck I walked the cafeteria, and the loneliness faded as familiar faces appeared within my camera’s lens. Illuminated only by the DJ’s light projectors, most of the room was shrouded with shadows. Nonetheless, the people lit up the moment they saw, so all my friends and acquaintances would stop me in my tracks to ask if I could take their picture. Senior students who I’ve never met before would all smile and pose as if we’d been good friends. Regardless if the picture was taken or not

The only time I can recall my childhood memories is when I went to Vietnam with my family at age 10. I can remember it as it was yesterday. My trip to Vietnam was special to me. This was my first trip visiting my relatives from the outside of the world and created memories that will last forever.

When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.

My earliest memory I remember as a child is around the age of two years old. My Mother would put me in the playpen but I refused to stay. I was able to climb out of it. I remembered my Mother’s face expression that let me know that I better not climb out of the playpen again. This was one of my earliest memories of her setting her boundaries. When I got older, my Mother told me about the situation. She needed to clean and/or cook so she had to put me in the playpen. At the age of two years old, I just wanted to explore and didn’t want to stay in the playpen. This set the tone between us moving forward.

It is obvious that all of our childhood memories are not accidental. When you are a child every scent, every sound, every move, every toy, the first day of school, the first kiss, the first step. Everything together makes what is the personality of a man. All these are pieces of one whole entity.