Whenever it's a pretty day I play on my steps while cars and buses swoosh down the street and people walk by on the sidewalk. Sometimes I know the people, and then I say, "Morning, Mrs. Johnson," "Afternoon, Preacher Jones." But my mom always says, "Don't you go talking to strangers," so I don't. I look away. Return to the main MY STEPS page by clicking here.
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