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Today is a gorgeous day-the kind of Fall day that begs me to come out and play. I joined her happily. As a result, I spent an hour walking through various neighborhoods. I like to explore. I like to people watch.  I wonder what goes on behind closed doors. Who are these people in the privacy of their own homes?  I think the houses themselves speak of their residents inside. I notice those who have well kept yards (and want to knock on their front doors and kiss them when I see political signs that align with my beliefs).  Huge empty aquariums litter one yard (what on Earth were they growing in there?) old televisions are scattered on another's front porch. Dogs happily yipping when I walk by-demanding attention and affection. Then there are the people who say hello. What are the stories behind their friendly faces? Are they happy? Are they sad? I am especially drawn to the elderly-what are their life stories? What amazing tales do they desperately seek to share? I am reminded of why I initially chose journalism as my major. I have an insatiable desire to learn about other people-to be that person they want to share with. For now I am content to merely wonder. Perhaps one day I'll meet the person who wants to pass their story on and hope they choose me.