I was about six when I started to sew. I don't remember what project I was working on but I sure remember sewing through my finger with my mother's treadle machine. There I sat with the needle all the way in my finger and Mama had to come and get me loose. This was right after the bandages came off from me poking the same finger into the fan of the motor of Mama's electric butter churn. I can still remember looking down into that motor and thinking "Wonder what is in that hole." It's so odd that I used my left index finger both times and I am right handed. I have a deformed nail to this day.
At about eight I made a little nine patch quilt for my doll. Sure wish I still had it!