excerpt from bella's essay "what i learned from another" she penned when she was nine years old.
I learned to knit when i was six years old. My aunt had taught me. My family had went to Chicago to visit my Aunt Cherry and Uncle Tim. I had wandered into my aunt's room, I loved her room. Her walls were painted with the scene of a sunny beach, the rolling waves and the ladies tanning on their towels, but I think the coolest thing about the room is the ceiling, on the ceiling, on the ceiling was a mural of drifting clouds. It was transfixing! I had reached into a bag that was laying on the bed (I know it was the wrong choice but I was pretty young and this deed led to an amazing one) in the bag i found big chunky needles attached to a length of fabric. I fingered the fabric. I had seen my aunt, what she called knitting before and I longed to be able to hear and feel the steady click, clack, clickity, clack.