Where Are They Now - 2KCBWDAY4
I was five years old when my family and I came to America from Vietnam. I don't remember much about the actual journey, but one memory stands out to this day: losing all of our possessions to the ocean during a transfer from one boat to another. So I have no pictures or memento from my life before my fifth year. That is probably why I tend to hoard all of my little boy's childhood keepsakes. That is why my most treasured finished object is a blanket that I had knitted for him when he was three years old.
It's just a simple log cabin blanket inspired by the one in the first Mason-Dixon knitting book. My son actually prefers a store bought one, and that's okay. The time and love I had put into making this little memory for his future was time well spent.