Knitting

When I was in the third grade, I took a knitting class as part of the Saturday Recreation program. I wasn't really good at it, obviously, because nobody is really good at anything at eight years old. On Friday, the 13th, I realized that I didn't like how I spent my free time watching TV on the couch, so I figured, if I did something productive while I watched TV, then it wouldn't be a complete waste of time. So I went upstairs, found some yarn and a pair of needles, and set to knitting a scarf. It turns out, I'm not that bad at knitting anymore. I think it may be because my fingers have become more nimble ever since I started braiding hair as a hobby. Since Friday, I have learned multiple stitches and two different ways to cast on. I still don't know how to knit anything other than a scarf or blanket, but that can be something to strive for. I also found out today that my mom's mother, who I've never met, loved to knit and crochet, which is unbelievable for me. I never believed the theory that some skills and interests are hereditary, but maybe some aspects of that are true. Although I'm not a very religious person, I'd like to think that my grandmother, wherever she is, is happy that we have something in common.