I am 81 now. When I was three or four my mom would bring me to stay with my grandmother and her sisters who quilted around a dropped-from-the-ceiling quilt frame. They gave me a little stool to sit on amd "my job" was to pick up dropped spools of thread and needles. To keep me happy they gave me a little pile of scraps to play with. One day they noticed me busily "sewing" the scraps together with a needle with "no" thread in it. So they gave me a threaded darning needle to see what would happen. I sewed away handing over little piles of scraps more or less stitched together. Since they matched the colors in the quilt, they would tell me that "my block" would always be the lowest left hand one. They loved fun and were accomplished liars!
It took me a while to grow old enough to realize that they were joking with me....but by that time I really could stitch together pieces into a block.
....although it took me a lot longer to ever get near to their fine stitches.
Jeannie