My great grandmother taught me to knit when I was 4 1/2 years old. I can still see myself as I went through the rooms. I started in the kitchen, then into the dining nook, through the dining room to a foyer (I guess that’s what it would be called). Then around again and again as I knit as Nana had shown me. I think I knit the rest of the time I was at Nana’s house. When I got home, my mother confiscated the knitting needles and yarn (since the yarn was still attached to a knitting needle) because she felt long pointy things were not safe for a four year old with a younger sister, aged two. I never did get those knitting needles returned to me. Before I ever knit again, we moved to a new house and I had another little sister. There was a sweet lady living next door. She was delighted that our family (with four children) had moved close to her. Every few months she went through some boxes of her stuff and put anything she thought my sisters and I would enjoy having in a box for us. Eagle Eye Kathi spotted a ball of yarn and a pair of knitting needles in one of the boxes she brought to us. You best believe that I snagged them before anyone else had a chance. I don’t think I really had to worry, none of my sisters were interested in knitting. I sat myself down and tried to remember what Nana had taught me four years previously. I was knitting again and enjoying it. When my mother finished with a project using yarn, she gave me the leftover little balls. I was in my glory. It wasn’t too much later that I started babysitting and had my own money to buy needles and yarn. I’d knit something I designed as I went along. I still hadn’t learned to read a pattern. I was about 16 when I finally found a knitting pattern that gave instructions on how to read the pattern. I’ve been knitting ever since. I have knit a few things for me but most of what I knit was as a gift for someone or to sell. I was in my 30s when I realized that I hadn’t quite remembered what Nana had taught me so my knitting is my own style that looked the same as the “real” knitting that Nana taught me except for one minor difference. If you looked closely (and were an intermediate knitter) you might notice that slight difference. Most people who received knit gifts from me weren’t knitters so they never noticed that difference. I sometimes teach knitting but I try to teach the “real” method of knitting. I’ve tried knitting that way myself but halfway through the first row, I’d be back knitting my way.