Read the introduction to keyana’s personal narrative, “, dad.” when i was four years old, my dad and i a tree in our front yard. it was a tiny, fragile sapling. he promised me that it would grow tall and strong, but he said that i had to be patient. until i turned 18 years old, dad and i it every year on my birthday. fill in the blanks in order. plant . . measure plant . . measured planted . . measure planted . . measured