Very retro feeling today. I picture the kitchen table with the Monopoly board spread out and a game being played by my sister, brother and me. I was always the banker, and my brother always strove to get Park Place and Boulevard. He would eagerly read how many houses it took for hotels and eye the red plastic marker like it was already his hotel. We never tried to buy the places because it could end the game quickly if  he did not find himself with the two properties. Most games took place on snowy days, so we wanted them to last.
I found myself leaning toward the New York Avenue properties and The Illinois set. My younger sister went for Oriental and State which were the properties around the go to jail space. She would even buy Meditterean. Our games sometimes ending with us all having hotels but more than not they ended with fights or boredom. I wondered if there is a personality test on what you pick on the game  does it say something about your personality. ( Open for discussion if you find the answer to that one.) I think I picked New York because I always had a New York state of mind and knew I would live there someday. Which I did. My brother went straight for the easy win with the biggest properties. He still grabs life with gusto and is trying for the highest mountain  to climb. My sister who felt sorry for the smaller properties because nobody wanted it carries it on in her life filled with compassion and her volunteering background. So the days of sitting around a table fighting over who was the dog or the top hat, maybe did a little molding of our dreams after all. It is the dreams that are the fabric of our existence. Honoring dreams today as I had one over ten years ago that led me to write Karma Corn, I am running it free on kindle today. Enjoy one persons journey into the power of fate.

The little girl who dreamed of New York City and writing books.