Walkers

Every day I see them.  People walking in my store, by my store thru my store, around my store.  They are every where in my town.  A lot of them do not own cars. Everywhere they ever go is in this small town.  They walk there.  The have canes, they have umbrellas, they have rain jackets, they have fluffy and warm jackets.  They walk everywhere.  Some of them are young, some old, some are aging.  It's very peculiar to me.  I grew up so far out in the country, and my family was relatively well off, so we always had a car.  I never really pondered the life of the walker until today.  What is it like?  Are they depressed? It would be hard to not ever go anywhere.  I love to travel.  I want to see new things, do different things, meet people, see sights and feel the freedom.  Do they never get to feel those things?  Are they satisfied because they do not know better?