My uncle and his family were stationed in Germany when I was little. One Christmas, they got to come back home for a couple of weeks and we all stayed at my grandparents' house. One morning my aunt (who didn't have any daughters) called me over to the couch and handed me a crochet hook and some yarn and taught me to crochet. I was about 7 or 8, I think.
Well, of course, she had to go back home and I had so many questions that I just put it aside. I could do a basic chain, but that was all.
Then when I was 13, my other grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer and we were living with him and grandma. Before he became really sick, he began trying to teach my mom to crochet and showed me the things I needed to know (single, double, turning....).
So I became proficient enough to turn out little pieces here and there and crocheted off and on for years. But I broke my arm when I was little and it caused me to have limited rotation in my wrist, so it was hard for me to crochet for long periods of time without my wrist beginning to hurt.
So I found myself working for the local police department as a clerk in the Arrest & Booking section and part of my job was being on the radio checking subjects for warrants. Well, I wanted something to do during the downtime on the radio, so I brought some crocheting stuff one day. I got to see everyone who got arrested and the officers, so I got to know the officers pretty well. One of my favorite officer buddies came in and thought I was knitting and just started talking about it (in a positive way!!).
I thought, hmmm, maybe I could knit. (I had tried a few times before with disasterous results--my problem was I was trying to make it really complicated. No one in the family knitted so I had no one to ask.)
Anyway, I decided to give it one more go. I bought a "Learn to knit" kit at Michaels and some varigated yarn, which helped so much because then I could differentiate between the parts of the stitches. This was before Amy's wonderful site, but I did find another set of knitting videos on the web and that helped, too. And now, you can't pry the needles out of my hands. :D
So I guess I can say, it's the cop's fault that I knit.