This is so fun reading everyone's stories!
My grandma attempted to teach me when I was about 8 or 9 ... All I could accomplish was the chain; I just could not grasp how to get any further than that, no matter how much she tried to teach me! Pretty soon we just gave up. She was awesome though - she was always crocheting us stuffed toys, including Bert from Sesame Street that for some reason did not have a nose.
Then when I was about 16, I got a crafty urge and wanted to learn how to crochet. I bought a beginner kit, but the book was totally unclear. So I went to the handy Interweb and discovered some tutorials and finally have mastered single crochet. Now this is embarassing - now I am 22, and I still haven't gotten past the single crochet. All I have really done are scarves and I'm working on a patchwork blanket for my sister. Someday though!
It makes me sad that I didn't have more time to share crocheting with my grandma. She was so proud to find out that I had started crocheting, and then when I was 19, she died. At least I have some memories, and I know that she would still be proud - even if I haven't learned how to double crochet yet.