as a child i played school alot. usually by myself. i drew in many notebooks, was even making some from scraps of paper. i hung out alot in my auntie's parlour, squawking vintage bits and bobs. sometimes she took me into the attic, scratching for more paper bits. those were high days, actually. sometimes i could not sleep from sheer excitement.
i learned knitting from mother, and i learned crochet from others. i was never into sports, having held up with swimming on a regular basis just the once, for a good three months, as my son took lessons.
i've always liked walking. reading has never left me. writing makes me happy. photography is an evolving process from the small childhood throw aways to today's trusted camera.
i'd like to think hobbies change as we progress in life, purely for appetite's sake, but it seems to me the trusted ones resurface gently. the only newish one i might add to an incomplete contemporary list would be yoga. i've been at it for a few months and the calm and concentration flowing from it really helps. like poetry. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme.