When you think about it, Monopoly is a brutal game. Say you start out with eight players. One by one, a player is eliminated because he/she runs out of money. Then the losers have to sit there and watch everyone else play the game, which can take hours and hours to finish. Eventually, one person has it all and everyone else has nothing. It’s the board game of income inequality.
I don’t know if my family ever completed a game of Monopoly. It seems like the most likely ending to a game of Monopoly in our house was the board being flipped over and everything flying all over the room when someone got angry about losing (or accused someone else of cheating). Life was a better game. We modified the rules so we could keep going around the board and try to load our cars up with blue and pink pegs that represented children.
When we did play Monopoly, choosing your playing piece was a big deal. If I remember correctly, my brother John always wanted to be the racecar. I think I was usually the guy on the horse. And my sister Jennifer was the little dog. The guy on the horse has been retired and is now joined by the thimble, the boot, and the wheelbarrow in retirement. I don’t think anyone ever wanted to be the thimble when we played, but the boot and the wheelbarrow got some use in our house. Apparently, they have a cat and a battleship now also. Ch-ch-ch-changes…
Despite the board-flipping-in-anger memories I have of playing Monopoly as a kid, I think it would be fun to play again. It’s not that the game was that fun to play, but I do have fond memories of those times in our lives. Maybe getting together with the siblings now, these many years later, and doing something as silly as playing Monopoly would bring back some good memories and interesting stories that we haven’t thought about in years.