When I was about ten years old, I remember my dad owning a VHS camcorder. It recorded directly onto VHS cassette tapes! The whole concept of moving pictures entranced me and I loved being behind the camera. Whenever I was allowed to film, I had to heave the machine onto a shoulder. Looking through the viewfinder, I became aware of every tiny detail. I rejoiced the victorious imprisonment of the moment for all eternity on tape. Little did I know that mould and fungus were my enemies in a futile fight against memories vanishing into the black hole of oblivion.
(Remember I told you that I was terrible at summary writing in school. Well this is my attempt in writing a super short story. I admit that it is not a masterpiece but hey at least I tried!)
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