They are calm. And suddenly the door opens, revealing an elderly woman dressed in a karate kimono.
I was blown away! She wanted to try something new in her old age, and this guy started showing her various postures and lunges.

Story 3:

One day, I’m on the train headed home from work, crocheting a pullover. That’s how I relax and pass the time on the road. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the man next to me staring at me and moving closer and closer.

I suppose that’s the last thing I need right now. And then I glance down and see him clutching a knitting book. It turns out he was merely watching me crochet. We ended up conversing and getting to know each other. We are still in contact.

Story 4:

My daughter-in-law phoned me before my granddaughter was five years old. She stated, “My kid wants a gift for her birthday—a bat, terrifying yet cute. I couldn’t locate anything similar in a shop. “Maybe you can figure something out.” So, here is what I created. © Nataly Gorshkova / Pikabu

Story 5:

My entire family enjoys camping and other outdoor activities. Grandma, grandfather, grandpa’s brother and his family, mother, father, aunt, uncle, brother, sister, sister’s husband, and their daughter.
Every year, my family goes camping. It is out of the question. One month in the highlands. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy nature, camping, cooking over a fire, and all of that. I’m not troubled by the lack of hot water, the insects, or the fact that my rucksack weighs more than half of me.
But every time I go camping with them, we have experiences. Bears? Sure. Has a catamaran capsized on the rapids? Yes! All the cauldrons and food for ten days, drowning in the river? Great.
We were inundated, and our  tent was nearly carried away overnight? Yeah! Got bitten by a tick? Ha! That is not a bear, after all! You understand what I mean. There’s a little bit of everything.
Every time I return from a trip, I hurl myself into the arms of society, thinking, “Never again!” And when summer comes again, I begin to wonder, “Well, that wasn’t so horrible, was it? This time it will be OK.” I went camping again. © Overheard / Ideas

Story 6:

I knit and read! I try to reread YA books from my youth, and for crocheting, I bought $50 worth of yarn at the beginning of October and still have 80% of it, so it will last me a long time! © 132Adrian/ Reddit

Story 7:

Ten years ago, I wrote a play at the request of a friend, but she didn’t need it, so I entered it in a contest. I won.
My plays are now in theaters. Another premiere is coming soon. However, I don’t make much money from this. I make a lot more money working in an office. © Lika/ ADME

Story 8:

I’ve attempted to combine “productive” activities that are good in several ways. I enjoy organizing things, learning how to make healthy ethnic cuisines, and engaging in wellness activities. It’s like taking tasks and transforming them into something nice and useful in my life. It provides me a lot of enjoyment and fulfillment while also keeping me grounded and healthy. © Glittering-Proton/Reddit

Story 9:

When I was a youngster, I was particularly excellent at acquiring soft toys from vending machines. You know, the ones with the claw and joystick. A few days ago, the supermarket near my house erected a comparable one, and of course, there are a lot of students lingering about it today, playing with the money they saved for breakfast. I was melancholy today and decided to play.
As a consequence, I, a 25-year-old woman dressed in a suit and heels, was encircled by a swarm of applauding children. I ended up taking all 30 toys out of the machine in 2 hours and handed them around to the kids. I have never felt better. © Overheard / Ideas

Story 10:

I like working out, disc golf, bowling, video games, landscaping, and yard maintenance, as well as financial planning and investment. I used to play soccer after work many times each week, but my knees have forced me to stop. © TheGoonSquad612 | Reddit

Story 11:

My father has been fishing all his life. I recall our bathtub full with pike and the smelt dad used to sell, as well as the scent of fish around the home and scales in the kitchen. Money troubles were resolved, food became normal, but Dad’s obsession continued.
Mom banned him from bringing fish home. He goes fishing, and we don’t care what he does with it later. But time, my mother and I went to a restaurant, and the server served us a specialty: pikeperch. Mum said, “No way I’m paying for fish!” © Overheard / Ideas

Story 12:

My mother has changed jobs several times. She is now a village librarian with some free time to pursue her interest. And she creates paintings like this.
They do not have high artistic merit; the important thing is that she and I enjoy them. For some, this is simply a farm road. However, I used to stroll down it every summer to go swimming at the lake with my buddies. © Svetlyis/Pikabu.

Story 13:

In 2020, I began experimenting with producing strawberries. At the time, the present scale sounded like science fiction. I didn’t imagine it would get this far. Strawberries are not simple to cultivate. It is a fussy crop.
My strawberries are now being supplied to restaurants and pastry stores around the city. They enjoy how well picked, fresh, and excellent my product is. © Ausbeute/Pikabu.

Story 14:

A year ago, I rescued a little cereus that had been abandoned on the office window sill by a colleague who had left her job. So, I took it home. The plant was astonished and grew twice as large in a year, in all directions. Now I’ve got my own green Doric column.
Then it was joined by a weeping fig that a coworker had ignored. In brief, I tried a little bit of everything, and they all miraculously healed and flourished. I don’t make any particular attempts. I exclusively perform ceremonial dances around the lemon, which smells lovely when it blooms. © Marina El Mapache | ADME

Story 15:

About six years ago, I stumbled across homemade sausage recipes on the internet. And even though I don’t have a smokehouse or a thermal chamber, only an oven, that doesn’t deter me. And this photograph is the consequence of my pastime. © Sister Mercy/Pikabu.

Story 16:

My granny is 84 years old. Her interest is manicures. Every day, she paints her nails and sketches on them. When I ask her what she wants from the city, she always answers, “3 bottles of nail polish in different colors, cotton pads, and nail polish remover!” © Overheard / Ideas