Knitting in Public

When I was a kid, I hated sitting in the car doing nothing.  It was so boring, so I always brought a book.  One day in second grade, I wanted to start reading books on the bus, but I was self-conscious.  I thought maybe the other kids would think I was weird for reading books on the bus, or that they would make fun of the book I was reading.  The first day, I held my backpack in my lap and read my book secretly while it was still inside my backpack.  I probably looked silly staring into my backpack, but at least no one could see what I was doing.  After a few days of this, I finally ventured to bring the book out of my backpack and read it openly.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that no one had any reaction.  I was now free to spend the boring bus ride pleasantly occupied.