I knit, or should I say I have knit and still know how, but haven't picked up the needles for years now.
I learned from my mother when I was in junior high school. I saw a sweater pattern that I knew my sister would love, so I asked my mother to teach me how to knit it. This was February, 1976, and I distinctly remember learning to knit while watching Franz Klamer of Austria win the downhill in the Innsbrook Winter Olympics.
I've knit all manner of objects, from hats and scarves to sweaters for myself and my wife, from brown and orange "finger beanies" when the Cleveland Browns were going to the playoffs every year and losing to the Denver Broncos to a layette set (sweater, hat, pants, and booties) for my twin brother's baby boy. He's 14 now, and my kids are 13, 11, eight, and four, but I've never knit anything for them.
I like designing my own sweaters now. I knit my wife a number of sweater vests she wore a lot while she was still working outside of the home; the women she worked with would not believe they didn't come from a fancy department store until she showed them the hand-embroidered label "Sew Domestic/ Made with 100% love." That's her special designer label because when she found out I knit and cook and embroider, she told me "You're so domestic."
I enjoy looking at knit patterns and figuring out how to make them. I can't really say I've seen anything I wouldn't try because my mother ingrained in me the idea that you can make any pattern using only a handful of simple techniques.
I really have to dig out my needles again.