One of my favorite activities as a kid was exploring the dilapidated buildings within walking distance of our house. There was this huge old crumbling monster on the side of a hill that I used to walk to and poke around in. I remember finding old journals, family photographs, and other seemingly-important mementos just left scattered all over the floor, and wondering: Why did they leave all this? Where did they go? The place was later torn down and built over, but that first spark of curiosity hasn’t faded!