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  • I came to the U.S. when I was 4. My dad had just purchased a Kodak camera with all the bells and whistles. We were at the Lincoln Memorial.

    I remember bugging my parents to let me take a picture with the camera. I kept after them and finally they begrudgingly agreed. I raised the camera to take a photo and dropped it.

    My mom started yelling at me. She was pissed. I was scared and turned and just started running. She chased me.

    After bending down and picking up the camera, my dad took a photo of me running and my mom angrily in pursuit. He thought it was hilarious.

    We still have that camera; it still works.
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