I was inspired by a silly joke about #Monopoly in another thread.
The game itself doesn't do much to me or many others but I cherish one warm, fuzzy memory about it though
When I was 8, I learned myself to play Monopoly at my grandparents house.
It was a young boy, free of worries and had tons of time on my hands.
They had an old monopoly with woorden houses and hotels, being nothing more than green and red triangles make of wood. The deeds were old worn by 100's of plays.
Whenever I grab a monopoly house, no longer owned by my deceased grandparents and possibly renovated beyond recogniztion. I still see me in the hallway on the 2nd floot, everthing layed out in front of me, the scent of fresh soup reaching my noise, the radio downstairs with my grandmothers favourite radio station and classic songs...
I'm a nostalgic person and mourning isn't something I do for an intens period.
I'm always happy for the memories we shared but when the memory triggers, it's warm and fuzzy but always with an edge of melancholy and even a bit of mourning.
While the game itself means little to me; the recall of a memroy it can trigger is worth a lot.
Do you have similar triggers that take you to an old, cherished, perhaps fading memory?