Saturday. . . means. . . five more things about me.
16. When I was a little girl, I didn't go to Kindergarten. (It just wasn't part of the school system back then.) When I started First Grade as a 6-year-old, I was several exits past Ready-for-School, and I could already read almost anything. School was easy for me, and I loved it! (Of course, that was before I experienced geometry and chemistry a few years later. Those subjects nearly did me in!)
17. All of my reading-life, I have had some sort of book "going." Through most of my life, I have passed spare moments with something-to-read. I know a lot of my blog-readers are more apt to carry a knitting project -- and I do that some, too -- but, for me, it's a book. The hardest thing about being in college, for me, was that I had so little time for "free-reading." I used to go home for breaks and just dive into books-of-my-choosing.
18. My mom taught me to knit when I was about 8 or 9. I caught on right away, but found it was too slow for me. I was all about the finished product back then -- and I figured it would take about a million years to finish a scarf, so I turned my scarf into a doll blanket and put the needles away.
19. I taught myself how to crochet from a magazine sometime in the junior high school years. I liked crocheting -- because it was quick! I made lots of little things -- hats, mittens, scarves, potholders, and animals. Many of these items are still hanging around (I'm talking to you, Dad, with that ratty old scarf I made in high school!).
20. When I was little, I used to dream about what I'd be when I grew up. Back then, I thought it might be nice to be a ballerina or an astronaut; maybe a teacher or an author. I didn't grow up to be any of those things. . . but I do still dream about what I'll be when I grow up!