When I was very young I would visit my grandmother in the summer along with my older sister and a cousin that was about our age. My grandmother had 3 round wooden cheese boxes under her bed full of scraps, one for each of us. She wanted to teach us to quilt.I would much rather be outside playing cowboys and indians with the boys in the neighborhood. Oh my, how I wish I would have learned to quilt from her. She passed away when I was 10.