I love to knit, it keeps me physically occupied while I’m doing something that only requires (some) mental work. Or when I’m stuck somewhere where I can’t do anything else but knit, like in a car for example (when I’m not driving). I’ve been knitting as long as I can remember, and before that my mother and grandmother knitted from the beginning of history, my history at least. So it must be part of my nature. If not, then it must be nurture.