The Magical Door Knob

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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.

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