When I was three years old, my parents handed me the camera.
I lined up my dinosaurs for a group photo, I stacked my blocks into a big tower next to Godzilla, I took photos of Mom and Dad, of my brother Ben, of our cat Moki, of life at home.
I treasure these photographs. They offer a glimpse into a time I don't remember; they paint a portrait of my little three-year-old world and what I loved at the time. Not much has changed.
