Rebecca was having a super fun afternoon playing with her favorite dolly when she saw something weird. It was some old looking box thing? Rebecca put her doll Emily down and scooted over to the strange box. After looking it over for a minute, Rebecca realized what it was.
"Emily! Do you know what this is?!" Rebecca rhetorically asked her toy, unaware that the doll was internally screaming the answer. "It's an old camera! Mommy said she used to have cameras that looked like this way long ago. I wonder if it still works?" She asked as she began to try and fiddle with it.
Before she could hit anything that would alter reality, Jacki knocked on the door.
"Rebecca honey, get your bag, we gotta get you to ballet!" Jacki called from the other side of the door.
"Awww, okay." She sadly agreed.
As Jacki walked away, Rebecca haphazardly through the camera down in a huff, somehow just missing the buttons. She quickly got changed into her leotard, grabbed her backpack, and almost walked out the door before stopping one last time at the door. She turned back at the camera with a grin forming on her little face. Rebecca quickly shoved the camera into her bag along with her change of clothes and her favorite doll.
At the dance studio, a few girls were all gathered around a bench chatting about their day. Rebecca ran over to them and the girls all gave each other hugs. They laughed for a bit talking about their favorite shows and pretty clothes their parents had bought them before Rebecca remembered what she had hidden in her bag.
"Hey guys, look at this old pole void I found!" She said happily showing the large camera.
Tina, the shortest and most adorable of the group with curly black hair and a pink leotard stepped forward to touch it, asking "What's a pole void?"
"Duh," Responded the sassy Vicky, still king her tongue out at Tina. "it's and old camera, before they made phones!"
"Wow, so cool." The shy, African American Georgia replied quietly. "Can we... take pictures with it?"
"Uh huh!" Rebecca replied enthusiastically. "And it even spits the pictures out like the ones that hang on walls and stuff."
The girls all laughed as they stared at the old device, bringing the attention of their strict teacher Madame Beaumont. She was a French Canadian who loved her smaller private lessons class, but was always getting frustrated with how the group became so friendly with one another. She constantly had to interrupt their chats to focus on dance. She walked over with a strut and swiped the camera from Rebecca.
"What iz this?" She asked.
"It's my mommy's pole void camera." Rebecca replied shyly.
"That iz, 'polaroid' Rebecca, not Pole void."
"Sorry Madame." She sheepishly replied, holding tightly to her doll Emily, while her friends giggled.
She looked at the girls and then at the camera, she then....