My Scarf (Sentimental Value)

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My Scarf Anyone has something that they would consider as a sentimental value, mine would be a scarf. Yes, a scarf, and this scarf is really special to me. It's not like any other scarf you would see on any shelves in any stores. This one is knitted and handmade by me and my grandmother. We made it together a long time ago when I was just six years old. I was always sneaking up on my grandmother when she would sit in her armchair and knit, I was fascinated of how she made it look so easy. And one day I asked her to teach me how to knit, at first I was really frustrated because no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it right. My grandmother was laughing and saying to me that no one gets it right the first time and that I needed to be a little more patient and I would get it right.

I was watching my grandmother carefully and I was repeating every step after her and little by little with my grandmother's guidance I finally learned the basics of knitting. After some time I even learned how to make a couple of rows of stitches in a row. One day my grandmother asked me to help her to knit a scarf and so we sat and we started working on it. After a couple of weeks when the scarf was done, I was so proud of myself because not all the girls my age could knit. So the minute it was done my grandma said that I can have it now, that it is mine now, since I was participating in the making of it. I was overwhelmed when she told me that I can have it now. I would actually sleep wrapped in that scarf, would go outside with it, wrap my dolls in it, everything that could a child be possibly doing with it, I've done it. And to this day I still have it in my closet and every time I take it out and look at it, it puts a smile on my face, no matter what kind of mood I am in. It always reminds me of my childhood and my kind grandma that taught me how to knit.

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