After frantically filing a report at the Legoland lost and found, and checking back multiple times throughout the day to no avail, my distraught sister had to come to terms with the fact that she would likely never again see the photos of her children frolicking under the Epcot sphere or floating past animatronic can-can dancers to the strains of ‘It’s a small world.’ (Insert video montage here.) All seemed rosy until disaster struck: Mere minutes after accidentally leaving the camera on a hook in the ladies room, she dashed back to retrieve her prized shooter only to find it had already been snatched up and was nowhere to be found. Today, dear reader, let me tell you a story of heartbreak, redemption, and the kindness of strangers: It all began when my sister’s beloved Canon S95 spent a long, multiple-theme-park weekend in Florida, happily snapping dozens of family photos.
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