Literacy Narrative

My first memory of reading was when my great grandma Ellen sat me down on her big blue chair on my 4th birthday. in her lap she had this tarnished yellow book that i always saw her reading to my sister. she told me its about time i start to learn how to read. It was exciting to me, I was doing something my big sister did, and she always gave me a caramel candy after we were done with the book, so i couldn't wait to finish. The book helped me sound out words, it didnt actually tell a story. next, we read one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. That's when our story time ended. Grandma Ellen had gotten really sick and stayed in my mothers bed until she pasted away. With her gone no one else had time to read with me. My mother was always working and my father did not live with us. Reading was now known as something that was mandatory for school, not something i did for fun with my grandma Ellen.