I've been doing a lot of thinking, lately, about the various facets and incarnations my photography has taken me through over the years.
The earliest photos that I can recall getting were with an old box camera (might have been a Kodak, but I don't really remember the make), 120 b/w film - got the prints back with those nice deckled edges. I can remember getting pictures of my Dad dealing with a very large rattlesnake, in southern Utah. I was probably about 10 years old at the time, so roughly 50 years ago.
I also remember getting photos from Virginia City, Montana, roughly the same time-frame, and doing a photo essay for school. Don't recall what grade I got on that paper, but it was fun researching the history of the area to go along with the photos.
Still have that camera, but the lens has a very big spot of mold on the rear element 





