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the only things that separated the trailor and the grandmas house were stepping stoned and a front and back yard.
be it their choice or not, i guess some childrenr eally dont go off too far.
a little girl found herself walking those stepping quite often.
when her grandmas door opend, it seemed that all her fears were softened.

the bank came to talk to the grandma, and the young girl went in the house.
when the grandma explained the big trucks, the girl was as quiet as a mouse.
she explained to her that it had to be done, even though she wished there was another way,
while the young girl sat at the window wondering why they were takeing the trailor, that used to be her home, away.

fighting over the front seat, and ''do u want a grilled cheese?''
mom finding ''mr.right'' never seemed to cease.
sleepovers and saturday morning basketball was all that seemed to matter.
no worries came to mind, it was always jst chatter, chatter, chatter.

things were great for the gurl up until 8th grade at jonesville,
untill her other grandma informed her of a switch that made her rather ill.
no ma'am..leaving her friends and switching schools was out of the question..
the summer ended and her new school was about to be in session.

her old friends will never be forgotten, but many new ones have and will be made.
she feels as if, sometimes, her famiyl situations just pick her up and mold her like clay.
shes used to this feelign by now, and she realizes the switch was actually a good choice.
now she wants to continue her education, achieve her dreams, and let her opinions be voiced.

sara nw walks a different set of stepping stones.
not up to her grandmas house, but to her career, her family, and her home.
she realizes her life definitely hasnt been the best it could bem
but now when sara looks out her window, instead of asking ''why me,'' she says, ''why not me?''