My old camera

Last Christmas my father gave me an old camera. It is from the seventies. It does not use a battery, only film. At first I was not happy. I have a good camera on my phone. Why do I need this big black box? But one Sunday I decided to try. I bought a roll of film and I went to the park. I took only twenty-four photos because the film is short. I had to wait one week for the photos. When I saw them, I was very surprised. They were beautiful. The colours were soft and warm. Now I use the old camera every weekend. I am slower, I think more, and I take better pictures. My father was right: sometimes old things are the best things.