My mother taught me to knit.
Back then, knitting was a necessity, not some artisan craft like it is today. She would get patterns from women's magazines and cheap wool from the market. She
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The way things were when there was a time of freedom as a child playing wild with no worries, only stories that will last forever for the never to never happen, a mind of bundle and joy to take a voyage on the child train while the parents try to remain sane, the physical form of a child living warm with love and not hate, the form of a child warm with creative thoughts that was brought down for generations to come, a family tree of busy bees, for the love of a child to see, the wonders of life as life is created. The life of a child is meant for smiles, the miles of living ahead, until a child is born like a see of light the fight of new born baby to come into this world is it a boy or girl, for moment of peace a child is born.