I learned to knit when I was eight, from a teacher who had more interest in music and crafts than much else. In my memory, she was always cross and I was always afraid that she would give out to us. A lot of the teachers in my primary school were at retirement age, traditional in their ways, and always cross. Some of them had been old when they taught my mother thirty years before. But, when it comes down to it, I did learn how to play the fiddle, knit, crochet and read quickly that year. I know it’s not nice to talk badly about old people, and she is old now, because she was old then, and that was eighteen years ago. Amidst the fear I felt, I experienced a lot of elements at that time that make up who I am today.
