Our big trip to the mainland, over the strait on the boat then driving all around the outside to Sydney and then onto Queensland. I was almost 13 , we went to a big shopping centre in Melbourne. I had money to spend, I could have bought anything. I bought a little wooden loom. Says it all really.
They say what you are at 12 or 13 is the essence of who you really are, the things you loved before adolescence made you self conscience about just about everything. My true self bought a loom because she thought weaving would be fun. She also bought a whole rainbow of 8ply yarns because she thought it would be fun to knit little squares and sew them together to make a rainbow poncho, she figured out how to make a skirt pattern with only one seam or no seams if you made it button up the front and made skirt after skirt after skirt and she read Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre and Louisa May Alcott's Little Women and then just had to find biographies of the authors and learn as much as she could about them and the times they lived in. She loved to swim and she loved to go on long walks and she loved to learn the history of everything, especially the kind of history that was the nitty gritty of people's lives, personal social history and the history of the crafts she loved.
With hindsight you can see it was all there, the essence of me; making things and finding out the story of things I love.