To anyone else, this may be an insignificant bedroom door knob from 1928. To me, it is a magical crystal that holds every wonderful memory as a child. It proudly remains in my old house in New Albany, Indiana, and it’s magic will be bequeathed to the next owner.
I remember the coolness within my tiny grip. In gradeschool I imagined it to be a glittering diamond. As a teenager I sometimes slammed it in anger. As I matured, I always opened it gently with respect.
I remember the slickness of its glass, the texture of its ridges, and the rattle of its wobble.
Thank you, magical doorknob, for keeping your precious memories inside my heart.