I was far choosier in my purchases, targeting rides that seemed like things I would enjoy – buy the bumper cars, pass on the Ferris wheel. Being cash rich early in the game isn’t really an advantage, because if you are It means you haven’t been buying as much as you should be. Don’t worry about running out of cash, you can always mortgage properties later to raise some quick cash and collect on rents to pay. My dad, familiar with the game as most are, employed the most natural of strategies: buy absolutely everything you land on it as long as you have the money for it. When you’re dealing with limited resources, someone is bound to lose out. My tears were the natural result of a child learning some basic lessons in capitalism. Of course, my dad didn’t mean to make me cry. It’s safe to say that I wasn’t necessarily prepared for the direct competitive nature of a game like Monopoly (even in its cutesy junior form), where the goal was not only to make the most money, but to ensure everyone else around you went completely broke in the process. Cooties, Ants in Your Pants, Don’t Break the Ice, Chutes and Ladders (Snakes and Ladders for those abroad), and Candy Land were all rather innocuous games that you either glided through or just had fun with the experience. Up until this point in my life all of the games I had played weren’t really all that competitive, and those that were, were silly. The game made me cry in less than 30 minutes. My excitement was tangible and unfortunately for me I was blissfully unaware of the game’s reputation for causing family strife.
It was colorful and the premise of buying up attractions in an amusement park was the kind of thing that would appeal to most children I would imagine.
I can’t remember whether I got the game for my birthday or Christmas (both events happening in December), but I was anxious to get it out of the plastic wrap and onto the table. One of my earliest memories, and certainly most vivid ones, was a game of Monopoly Jr.
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