Answer:
turkey day
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
I am not alive but I grow I don't have lungs but I need air I don't have a mouth but water kills me. What am I?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
What runs around the whole yard without moving?
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?