You know how some people say that they never realized how much they loved their childhood until after they grew up? Well, Sarah always knew that she was having a great childhood while it was happening. It wasn't until later on, when things weren't going on so well, that she clung to the memories of that happiness and used them to find a way back home.
Sarah grew up on a farm with a huge family. There was lots of love, lots of space and lots to do. From gardening to cutting hay, from working the horses to doing household chores, the world "bored- never found its way into her vocabulary "she loved it all and none of it seemed like work to her. Peer pressure was non existent, since the only "gang- she ran around with was the gang of animals on the ranch. Sarah and her family were very close, and living so far out in the country kept them all at home most nights. Her mother was a typical housewife who had dinners ready on the table, depended on her husband, took care of her children and was satisfied with her marriage. Anyhow, after supper, Sarah and her brothers and her sisters would play games or tell stories, laughing and having fun until it was time to go to bed. Falling asleep was never a problem for Sarah. She just listened to the sounds of chirping crickets and dreamed of another day on the farm. She always wanted to be like her mother, a good and respectable household wife. But that was her life, and she knew she was lucky.
When Sarah was 15, something tragic happened that would change her life forever. Her father suffered a severe heart attack and underwent a triple bypass. He was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease, and it became a terrifying time for all of them. The doctors informed her dad that he would need to drastically change his lifestyle, which meant no more horse training, no more tractor driving no more ranch life. Realizing that they couldn't keep up the place without him, they were forced to sell their home and move west, leaving behind family and friends and the only life that she knew.