As time has pass

As time has pass, my desire for reading and writing has been up and down. But I can recall the time my sweet mother use to sit down beside my bed in her red rockin chair. It was around eight o’clock every monday and thurday she use to read me a bed time story. She use to call my name when she know I was getting out the tub. She would “say ole james boi,” I would run and jump stright in the bed. And she would ask what book do you want me to read tonight I woud say “the three little pigs.” Athe way she use to readed I could see in my mind how the wolf was attacking the pig houses. But them was my elementory days. From that time my mother use to readed to me it have paid off in the end. Like I stated in the being my