The one thing I liked about fall the most though were the leaves. I’d document the change of colours and sometimes gather all the different shades. I guess you could call it an obsession, but I referred to it as a hobby. I ran over to their house and knocked on their door. No answer. I knocked again, then an old man answered. “Hi,” I said. “Yes, who is it?” he replied. “It’s Terry from across the street.” “Oh,” he mumbled. “Well, what is it you want, young man?” “Well, I was wondering if I could gather the leaves from your tree.” “Why do you want the leaves?” he asked. “Ok, I promise.”