Wallowing in Memories

It was in the 70s and I must have been 8 or 9. My dad’s aunt would come to visit and this is when she taught me how to knit.  The idea was to do a red scarf … I don’t think it ever became one. Instead, stiches on the needle would vary between a few and a lot, some would fall and then Tante Maritha would be there to rescue, to support, and to encourage. I still remember that little red knitting becoming longer. Bizarre.