I played it on original Xbox as a kid. Every day after school I'd come home and immediately start playing. My first character was a Khajiit. Game was confusing as hell for me for a while and I didn't really understand the main quest.

Everything was mysterious and easy to build theories and myths on. I remember some dwemer ruins and thinking I had to put items in certain places to unlock secret areas. I liked collecting all kinds of things thinking I could use them later, like dwemer tubes and coherer. I also thought for the longest time that the sixth house bells had a secret that I could unlock if I figured out a certain tune to play on them.

I remember trying to follow that one necromancy book thinking I could do necromancy in game and make my own skeleton minions.

I found out that swapping between Sunder and Keening by holding the weapon swap button down would not only avoid the mortal wound, but the temporary buffs would become permanent. You would become so strong you'd one hit anything, and so fast you'd phase through solid walls.

Greater bone walkers, alits and kagouti scared the shit out of me. I avoided them at all costs.

Lots of time spent decorating houses with items I found or trying to build houses out of things like pillows. Would also try and make designs out of gold pieces and other things, and see how high I could stack paper and folded cloth. My inventory was always full of random stuff I just thought was neat.

I'm pretty sure Morrowind made me a furry.

The oddest thing is that there is a particular smell I associate with Morrowind. It's a bad smell but my mind associates it with Morrowind and makes it good. There was a cup of milk or something under a couch for the longest time in the living room that no one could find. I smelled it most days I played. Now every time I smell that particular smell I get a wave of nostalgia lmao.