Personal Narrative: Learning To Crochet

I have always wanted to learn to crochet. The summer that my grandma taught me was the summer I turned ten. My dad and I had taken a week and a half to drive out to Bakersfield, CA, where my grandparents lived. From close to the first moment we got there, I wanted my grandma to teach me to crochet. Once we had time, she started to teach me. When I had finally figured crocheting out, I was hooked. I have kept crocheting ever since then, and I am very grateful to my grandma for not only teaching me to crochet, but also to knit when I was twelve. She is the one who enabled me to be able to give others handmade gifts, and also be able to keep my hands busy. My grandma is an amazing person; I admire her and aspire to be like her when I grow up. There

My grandma always manages to keep a sense of humor, even when there’s not much humor in the situation. I am not afraid to admit that every time that I part ways with my grandparents at the end of a visit, I cry. Even when I am doing that, my grandma helps me feel better by saying something along the lines of “we’ll see you again soon” or mentioning something silly that happened during that visit. She always manages to make me feel better with her compassion. My grandma is always compassionate towards other. She cares about everyone she knows and will visit a friend who is in pain, even when it is out of her way. She is always giving up her time to help others. My grandma is resilient, even when she is in pain. She and my grandpa flew out here for the tulip festival my kindergarten year. Even when she fell in the airport and broke her hip, she came and was pushed around in a wheelchair that visit. And even now, when she has a slipped disc in her back and is in pain a lot, she never gives up. She may take longer to get places, but she still does things with her friends and family. My grandma is an amazing woman and I hope to be like her as I grow and