So, the photography bug first bit me around 17 years old.
Uncharacteristically, I don't remember why it sparked. Probably, it had to do with my personality type's (INTP) propensity for recording nostalgia to immerse in later. But I digress....
What was I doing when all the cool cats were doing awesome teenage sorts of things? Yes, in addition to my snapping shots of evenings and landscapes and houses and cemeteries, I was screwing around with trick photography.
Jason: "Dad, can you do me a favor?"
Dad: "Um, I guess. What is it?"
Jason: "Come into the living room. Over here, by the light switch."
Dad: "So what's with the table and the candle and stuff?"
Jason: "Nothing. Here's the thing. I'm going to open the camera lens in the dark. I need you to hold this thing over HALF of the camera lens. Turn the light on for four seconds, then turn it off."
Dad: "Wait. This has something to do with the camera?"
Jason: "Half lens, light on, light off. You got it?"
Jason: "Okay, then when the light is off, I need you move the cover to the OTHER SIDE of the lens. Turn the light on for four seconds, then off again. I'll come back and close the shutter."
Dad: "Why four seconds?"
Jason: "Because four is half of eight."
Dad: "Do you want any popcorn?"
Jason: "You got this?"
Dad: "Sure. Roll 'em!"
Jason: "They say that for movies, Dad. Not photos."
No wonder my parents thought I was weird.
Since these were the days of film, and I didn't have a camera that could do multiple exposures, I had to do creative MacGyvers to get these shots in one click of the shutter. Here, I remember that I was going for a personal showdown. The dominant me staring down the more reserved. Some intense, internal struggle. (Wow, things really don't change very much.)
Anyway, Dad came through for this one, no?
Needless to say, I didn't get along with my peers until I got older. MUCH older.