For me, I was sitting on my red couch next to my grandma. I'd been watching her knit for as long as I could remember, but I finally felt I was old enough to try. I crawled up next to Grandma and asked. She handed me some supple bamboo US 7s and a small skein of a cottony yellow yarn and cast on about twenty stitches, then showed me how to do a knit st. Rather than practice just k, she taught me into purling as well, and the resulting piece is comparable to a soldier's shoes after standing in Valley Forge for a whole winter.
It was that bad.
There's the top. You can see my dropped sts (lots of them!), my loose tension, and the complete lack of any kind of gauge. :)
And this lovely loopy-thingy. As an intermediate knitter now, I can't even imagine how I managed to do that.
As you can see, the bottom has dwindled to a mere eight or so sts, but I love it nonetheless.
There's the whole thing, hanging on my wall next to a photo of the ever-lovely Sir Paul. The weird back-and-forth stripey thing is because I kept forgetting when to k and when to p, so as a result it's all wrong.
There you have it! My first project, that I keep around to remind myself what hard work can help you accomplish. What do your first projects look like?
Emma