Monopoly- Children Learning About Life

Playing Monopoly with children is a different type of Monopoly. My perspective completely changed because rather than care about the game itself, like my normal competitive self, I couldn't pay attention to it because I was laughing so hard at the things my niece and nephews would say and the faces they would make.

For example, after examining the prices of mansions and such, Twelve year old Isaac said, "I don't want to be a grown-up anymore. It's confusing." That comment was soon followed with "I love this game" by eight year old Ben, who was collecting $150 from Isaac. Miss Grace, at only ten years old, raked in the do. Everyone seemed to be paying the Queen for her lucky properties. Yet, even with more than $3,000 in hand, she would exclaim, "What?! $100!" if she had to pay someone. Ben retorted, "Grace, that's nothing!" PopPop (the Grandpa) said while laughing, "you all like this game when you're the one collecting..." Ben said, "This game is all about money." Isaac and Grace chimed, "Exactly." Then, as Isaac held out his hands while I payed him for his mansions, he said, "now, I want to be a grown-up again." PopPop was right.

They skirted past my properties of course, meaning that I lost to children. Yet, I don't take it to heart, considering that I orchestrated most of Grace's trades and building; therefore, I guided her to victory. But hey, I can't have my family losing at Monopoly when I'm not around--got to train them well.

At the beginning of the end of the game, Ben, with $2 in hand, said, "I'm broke." As did Isaac and I as we gracefully lost, while Grace squealed in delight of her victory. She closed the game by saying, "I wish this was real life," all property on her side, mansions and houses galore, and wads of $500 currency. Yeah well, I bet she does. Do Ben, Isaac, and I? I think not!