strange time in my life

As we were walking in the countryside every so often I stopped and I put in my new eye in front of my real eye, I stopped everything, the noise stopped through this new eye and I pressed the button, after fiddling with the workings, and carried on. I did this the whole way. The baby sheep. I caught that. The green field dancing in the wind. Caught that. Each time imagining all of the things that people would say when they saw what I had produced to them. They said “oh my god” and I said “yep.”
And I wanted to tug on my dads arm and say “stand still” I wanted to capture him and Lizzie at their best, with the buds that were coming through for spring, I wanted them to see the real world through my new eye, I wanted them to remember what they looked like. But then I realised that that is not what they think they look like, they do not remember the field from behind their heads, their bodies from in front of them. When they see the outcome they won’t think “oh my god, this is exactly how it was” they might say “oh, I didn’t notice that horse in that other field” or Lizzie will probably say “no one told me my hair looked like this!” so all of the things that I wanted to remember forever, keep sacred, was not at all what happened.