I wanted to be a photographer for National Geographic magazine, but they said I was too young (13). I purchased a flash unit for my new Kodak Brownie, but I could barely afford the B&W 120 film much less flash bulbs.
In 1971, I walked into the greatest camera store in the world: Central Camera on Wabash Street in Chicago. I walked out with a Canon F1 and thought I was in heaven. Gear-wise, I was. I bought Kodachrome and Ektachrome in 100-foot rolls and spooled it into 36-exposure canisters. Today, I carry a Canon T1i, two zoom lenses and a tiny hard drive storage device.
When traveling, I'm never without my camera.