I have a vague memory of being a little girl, sitting next to my mom on the sofa in our kitchen in the first apartment my parents ever rented and my mom teaching me how to knit.
She was making glass holders and I was trying to keep the stitching looking decent, which I thought was impossible.
I was 5 and she was my knitting hero.
She doesn't knit anymore but I do.
Every year when the evenings start to get darker and longer I take out my knitting kit and start my winter addiction.