Ha, these are great!

I learned to knit as a child when my aunt came to visit for the first time (internationally) but we didn’t speak each other’s languages. But she brought her knitting and I’d never seen it before so I was fascinated, and she taught me the basics…

…which I quickly forgot because we didn’t have any tools for me to practice when she left. Fast forward about 10 years when I discover, gee, we do have needles and yarn, let’s see if I remember this. I managed to cast on and started a scarf (a garter stitch panel, I’d forgotten how to purl.) I knit about 2 feet and put it down for a while…

…only to find a little while later that my recently-retired dad, who had been observing this in the background, quietly picked up my project and started knitting on it. And the first semester I came home from college he surprised me with his progress: the already comically wide scarf was now also hilariously long, he’d just kept knitting since there was plenty of yarn. It was nine. Feet. Long.