I was eight years old. My father is the police officer on the far left. I walked over to the Police Department in Flagstaff, AZ to meet my Dad when he got off his shift, about 4:30PM. The week before he and the other three officers went to Phoenix to compete in the annual police shooting competetion. They took first place in every category. Anyway, when I got to the PD, a photographer from the local newspaper was taking this picture. He asked me if I'd like to go with him to the darkroom to develop the film and make some prints. My Dad said it was fine with him, so away I went. My undying passion for all things photographic started on that day. I was not just fascinated by the process... the photographer coached me through everything. I remember that little bottle of Rodinol he kept in the cabinet and he told me it was a bottle of magic from Germany. The camera was a Speed Graphic with a rangefinder (my first introduction) and we shot Plus-X 4 x 5 sheet film. I still have this negative.