Board games are an activity steeped in nostalgia.
I remember playing marathon Cribbage games with my mom at the age of 6, running to my dad every hand so he could tell me what to discard. I remember playing Rumoli with my whole family during two-day rural power outages. I remember playing Scrabble with my mom while drinking a Caesar (for non-Canadians, a Caesar is the lesser-known but more likeable cousin of the Bloody Mary).
This summer has been the time when I’ve tried to create some board game memories with my 6-year-old twins. Here are a few examples:
Crazy Eights: Once I read the 243 versions of rules available on the internet, we started playing. It went well until I won three games in a row. We haven’t played since.
Trouble: My son is incapable of playing this without cheating or throwing pieces or popping the dice bubble so hard the pieces fly.
Checkers: My daughter had a first rate meltdown when her dad crowned his third king. She has to win. At everything. My husband remarked, “Now I know how Michael Jordan’s parents felt.”
Clue Junior: What follows is the chain reaction that ended tonight’s game.
Vivian: “I made a mistake! I get to go again! It’s not fair! I didn’t mean to!” [tears welling up]
William: “If she goes again, she’s cheating!” [throws dice]
Me: “Let’s stop and call it a tie.” [picking up pieces, including the dice in the adjacent room]
William: “I never win! No one loves me!” [exit to weep on staircase]
Vivian: “Let’s sell this game.” [steps over brother, stomps upstairs, slams door]
Vivian’s idea is one possibility: let’s sell all the games. Another one is alcohol: now I know why my mom always drank while playing games with us.
Any game memories out there?