My first experience with a digicam was my dad’s Canon PowerShot SD550. As a little girl with big dreams of taking that life-changing shot, I rushed to take a photo without wearing the wrist strap. Fatally dropping the point-and-shoot into the birthday cake in front of me.

Fast forward to more recent years, I wanted to take up photography again. As an adult, I hoped I was past the cake-dropping incident (sorry Dad).

I asked my coworkers, hoping someone had a camera lying around collecting dust that I could love and care for. I was in luck! A Canon PowerShot SD630 was kindly donated to my newfound photography obsession. And oh boy, this camera does not disappoint.