Yes, I am one of those people who, despite the rather childish nature of the activity, and despite having two decades and change to my name, will go deliberately out of my way to step on that crunchy-looking leaf. We are a rather rare and elusive subset of the breed, which rarely exhibits these symptoms beyond the first 10 years of life.
Silliness about erudition aside, there's an immense visceral satisfaction to be had by this activity, a complete sensory overload: the crackling of the leaf in one's ears, the shuddering crumble of the leaf as it gives way to the weight of one's step, the mosaic of leaf bits as it cracks, the brisk bite of the weather which accompanies (and dare I say, produces?) the best leaves for crunching.
Definitely puts a joyful bounce in my step, in more ways than one. I do admit to inadvertently garnering rather strange looks from the children loitering outside the school, waiting for their bell to ring: a well-(occasionally professionally)dressed female, purse in one hand, dinosaur lunch bag in the other, crunching around piles of leaves in sensible mid-level heels.
But what is dignity in the face of happiness? (hahaha.)
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