Answer:
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?
I'm found in socks ties and hands. What am I?
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.