Passage1:WhenIwasthirteenyearsold,Icamedownwiththeflu.Iwasstuckinthehouseforaweek,andmygrandmothercametovisitmetoseehowIwasfeeling.Shehadacrazyideathatshewouldteachmehowtocrochet.Shethoughtthatitmighthelpmepasstime.Well,blessherheart,shetried.Shebroughtmeyardsofprettyblueyarnandtwoknittingneedles.Mymomandgrandmasatonthecouchwithme,tryingtoexplaintheconceptof“knitone,pearltwo.”However,itjustdidn’twork.Ipracticedandpracticed.ThemostthatIcouldcomeupwithwasanodd-shapedpotholder.Mygrandmotherandmymothergavemetheimpressionanywomancouldknit.TheyhadmeconvincedthatIcouldhaveanafghaninnotime.Theywereright,ifyouwanttocallanodd-shapedpotholderanafghan.Everyonceinawhile,Ipickupmymom’sneedlesandgiveitatry.Then,thosehorriblememoriescomeback.Iremember:Ican’tdothis,andfurthermore,Idon’tlikeit.Knittingisoneofthose“womanthings”Ijustdon’tget.
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A.By the first-person narrator
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By the second-person narrator
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C.By the third-person narrator
