2001 Collector's Edition Monopoly

When I was a kid my mom brought my siblings and I to a Christmas party where every kid went home with a gift. Mine was a 2001 collector's edition Monopoly game that came in a car tin. Honestly, I was disappointed. I'll admit it, I was extremely ungrateful, but as a kid I was not a fan of Monopoly. I found it long, tedious, and boring. I hated going to my friends' houses and playing it with them. It just wasn't my thing. Despite my dislike for the game, I decided I would keep it safe--assuming that if it was a collector's edition it would be very valuable one day.

Fast forward over a decade later; I was married with children. At the time, we couldn't really afford much of anything. A trip to my mother's house uncovered the game and, filled with hope, I researched its value. It hadn't really gained much value at all! It was then I realized that while it may be valuable one day, I was likely to be a very old woman by the time that came around. So I decided to open it, for the first time in over ten years, and play it with my family.

Years have passed since then and the game is a staple in our household. We have lost Broadway--leading to house rules of an instant Monopoly if you buy Park and Broadway, full price, at the same time. We have lost houses and hotels which we have replaced with modeling clay. I'm pretty sure we don't have all the bills anymore because we never seem to have enough $100s. In terms of collector's value, this game no longer has any--but in terms of value it has at home, it is now priceless.

We have bought at least 3 other versions of Monopoly, but this is always the one we return to and play. I have learned to love the game. It is one of my favorites to play with my family. My oldest son asks to play almost every day after school and is always disappointed when we don't have enough time. This tin box is full of memories. The first time I opened it my sons were too young to play so my husband and I played because we couldn't afford to do much else together but play cards and board games we had to scrounge up or borrow from others. Since then we have filled our home with tech, games, books, art, music, food, and love. We have gone on trips, we have had huge birthday parties, we have done things I could only dream of the first time we opened this game. Stored in this beat up tin box is not just little metal pieces of a thimble, car, and dog; it is the history of my family. It is a treasure I could never part with.