My older sister received a Kodak Instamatic for her birthday, and when she showed off the glossy prints processed at the drug store, I became quite jealous. I whined to my parents about the terrible unfainess that she had a fancy-schmancy camera and I had none. My father gave me a camera, a 1939 Balda. Fussy little gadget it was: no neat pop-in film cartridge, touchy focus, shutter and f-stop to bother with. I had to learn to use a light meter and set the camera accordingly. Then, to top it all off, I was told that I had to develop the film myself! I was probably 10 at the time... and so the journey began
I am so glad I didn't get the Instamatic I originally wanted.