Here's the first thing I knitted after reintroducing myself to needles and yarn: a little sweater for baby-Otto. This was almost exactly 11.5 years ago. I was an artistic and crafty child. I preferred sitting still with a coloring book or glue and glitter to running around. I liked quiet time, water colors and reading books, and I could sit for hours in total silence with my My Little Ponies and just organize and decorate their home; I preferred preparing the play to actually playing it. I loved legos, clay, stickers, paintbrushes, crayons, pearls and just about anything you could either draw with or on or use for any other crafts. I didn’t like team sports or ball games, and when I was told to play outside I was mostly just fascinated with leaves, flowers and other plant parts (especially acorns), bugs, shells and colorful or shimmering rocks. My mother says I always had my pockets filled with my “treasures” which often ended with my clothes to the washing machine (rocks