When I was a lot younger, a LOT younger, (my birthday's on Tuesday) my family and I used to go camping. At some point my dad invested in a video camera. Not one of those puny cameras that you can lift with one finger. It was one of those kind that you see camera crews hauling around. The kind that you hoist on to your shoulder and hope that the camera doesn't weigh more than you or else you're going to be filming lying on your side.
Anywho, to get back to the story, my dad bought this enormous camera and he was so proud of it, he took it everywhere and filmed everything. Good thing he did or else I would have never believed I'd ever been to Disneyland. The footage from the 'It's a small World' ride still creeps me out. What was that suppose to inspire? Worldly unity? A fear of mechanical puppets? Maybe a little bit of both? Amirite?
Off track again. Sorry. So we were in the woods camping one weekend and my dad was filming the scenery.
It wasn't long before I noticed the cannon sitting on my dad's shoulder and that only meant one word....ok three words. Being. On. TV.
I checked out the situation and quickly made my way closer to the the object of my attention.
I was very clever. I don't think he saw me whatsoever.
I'm pretty sure my dad was aware of my presence but that didn't matter to me. I was in stealth mode. I was going to catch him off guard and make myself famous.
I'm not sure what was so special about that leaf. I'm pretty sure as soon as my dad turned off the camera I tossed it over my shoulder and went to ride my bike.
At least I got my picture taken though.