Here's something you might be interested in.
When we call a person a "product of their environment" we are usually referring to serial killers and drug smugglers. But, I think those of us who yield pointy sticks and yarn are victims of the same phenomenon.
I live on a quiet little street in La Mesa; my neighbors are all much older than myself, and really quiet in that rather unsettling way. I've lived in La Mesa for most of my life, and I love it here.
With a shortage of rug rats to run around making way too much noise with, I spent my time as a child going on quiet walks through the neighborhood, reading books, and checking out the quaint little shops on La Mesa Boulevard.
Now that I am older, I can enjoy all of the wonderful things my neighborhood has to offer; like Octoberfest with those tiny little Das Boots on lanyards, or Two Sisters and Ewe for all my knitting needs, and the library for knitting club Wednesdays. Then there's Joltin' Joes for a good game of pool and some neighborhood socializing. And, since I have a rather handsome little four year old to entertain as well, I spend a lot of my time at Java Mama cafe (any college aged mother's dream); I do homework and sip coffee, like the smart hipsters who waited to jump on the married with children wagon do at Cosmos Cafe around the corner, while mommy's little monster tromps around the closed off play area in the center of the cafe with all the other highly energetic little ones.
At twenty-one years old, I enjoy a good book and an even better knitting pattern much more than I enjoy drinking myself into a drunken stupor during an overly complicated drinking game, which I can never remember the rules to anyway. Besides, who needs a game to get drunk when one can simply head down to Centifonti's Bar and Grill for 112 oz. of cold beer, Das Boot style?
So, while my neighborhood may not be so tough that it can be responsible for the likes of Hannibal Lecter, or tough guy Friday character "Deebo", it certainly can kick your neighborhood's behind when it comes to creating a pretty good knitter with an appreciation for beer; not to mention that living in La Mesa has helped me hone my window wishing skills. No joke.
When we call a person a "product of their environment" we are usually referring to serial killers and drug smugglers. But, I think those of us who yield pointy sticks and yarn are victims of the same phenomenon.
I live on a quiet little street in La Mesa; my neighbors are all much older than myself, and really quiet in that rather unsettling way. I've lived in La Mesa for most of my life, and I love it here.
With a shortage of rug rats to run around making way too much noise with, I spent my time as a child going on quiet walks through the neighborhood, reading books, and checking out the quaint little shops on La Mesa Boulevard.
Now that I am older, I can enjoy all of the wonderful things my neighborhood has to offer; like Octoberfest with those tiny little Das Boots on lanyards, or Two Sisters and Ewe for all my knitting needs, and the library for knitting club Wednesdays. Then there's Joltin' Joes for a good game of pool and some neighborhood socializing. And, since I have a rather handsome little four year old to entertain as well, I spend a lot of my time at Java Mama cafe (any college aged mother's dream); I do homework and sip coffee, like the smart hipsters who waited to jump on the married with children wagon do at Cosmos Cafe around the corner, while mommy's little monster tromps around the closed off play area in the center of the cafe with all the other highly energetic little ones.
At twenty-one years old, I enjoy a good book and an even better knitting pattern much more than I enjoy drinking myself into a drunken stupor during an overly complicated drinking game, which I can never remember the rules to anyway. Besides, who needs a game to get drunk when one can simply head down to Centifonti's Bar and Grill for 112 oz. of cold beer, Das Boot style?
So, while my neighborhood may not be so tough that it can be responsible for the likes of Hannibal Lecter, or tough guy Friday character "Deebo", it certainly can kick your neighborhood's behind when it comes to creating a pretty good knitter with an appreciation for beer; not to mention that living in La Mesa has helped me hone my window wishing skills. No joke.