Oh what fun... but I'll just have to live with memories of doing this. Otherwise, I'd have to find the rake, walk out into the yard, rake thousands if leaves into a pike, have a moment of childhood joy, get dirty, have bits of leaves all over me, be told "you're not coming into the rv with that mess on you" (now what do I do?), then being compelled to now collect these leaves, carry them into the woods, put the rake way, still be covered on leaf debris... still wondering what I'm gonna do and how I'm gonna get back inside being a total mess. And why is the rv door locked? I'll have to sit and think about this for a while. Nope... I'll always have my memories... They're enough... and safer!
