When I was nine.. all I wanted for Christmas was a monopoly set. To think now, I really dont understand how the concept of fake cash and building houses around a laminated card board seemed that enticing to me. I remember when I actually got the monopoly set, I felt like the luckiest kid alive. Let me clarify at this moment that I do not love money like crazy. I just like counting it.. JUST KIDDING. Honestly, I think it was the fact that the game didn't really HAVE an ending but rather was a circular path. A familiar setting. Comforting. And even when you run out of money, you can count on your fellow playmates to lend. I remember reading the FAQ's so thoroughly that I still remember some trivia. Did you know the inventor of Monopoly was unemployed at the time he created the game? It was during the Great Depression.
Anyway, I wanted everyone to play monopoly with me. my mom, my dad, my sis, my aunt. Unfortunately, I think the only person that I successfully, and painfully recruited was my sister. Poor thing :P So imagine my surprise today when my mom exclaimed "Hey we should take out the monopoly game to play." I think my heart stopped for a second.
I really wanna elaborate why, but I'm as tired as heck. I think ill go to bed considering its 447AM. so stay tuned!
 im too lazy to type more.. sorry :) [/edit]