Rewinding some memories of myself holding the polaroid camera back in Year 3, when I was 7 or 8, perhaps that was the moment I felt imprinted with photography. I could still remember how amazed I was when I had my first Polaroid taken. With my small hands struggled to hold the camera still, ignored to keep the image level but just tried hard to put everything fitted in the frame. I went succeed by pressing the shutter with two fingers, followed by the most pleasant sound to listen to (the sound of a shutter and a film being develop), “Tadaaaa” a polaroid print slipped out from the edge. How would I not love the process?