The story of stuff

My stuff that is... specifically my camera that I like to call "a piece of shit, old camera." Well, the point is, it's been totally redeemed.
The Story:
Stumbling down the mountain, my knees were hurting from having to step from one rock to another. Descending is so much worse than going up, the trails are practically boulder fields. My camera was strapped to the outside of my day pack so I could access it easily. It had a moment of rebellion that sent it leaping from the back of my pack down a ravine. Not just any ravine mind you. A ravine that literally went for over a mile, finally ending at the river far below. The slope was covered in slick dry grass, growing horizontally from the slope. As my camera fell I implored it to resist gravity and return to my hand. "Stop, please stop," i yelled as I watched the blue case tumble down the mountain until it was lost from view. The first thing that came into my mind was the monk who had asked me to send him the pictures of us from the hike we took four days before. Well, there was nothing for me to do except to go after it. I almost followed it, tumbling that is. As I clung to alpine bunch grass, jumping from a tiny outcrop to another. As I began to descend I saw a raven land on a log 100 yards down the ridge. In that moment I thought to myself that maybe the raven saw the camera fall and was curious to see what it was. I decided i was going to go that far. but no further, each leap down meant dragging my body up another five feet so I was cautious about going too far. Well guess what, there was my camera, right below where the raven had landed. It had been stopped in it's attempt for freedom by the errant log. I climbed back up, careful not to send myself or the camera back down the ravine. I made it back to the top, sweaty and tired. But entirely victorious, because thanks to canon for building their earlier digital cameras like rocks. It works, just as before! Wohoo! I still have a camera!