So my siblings and I decided to play Life on Christmas. My parents have this ancient version of the game that is from the 1970s. It is vintage and fabulous. Check out the game board in this picture:
The game turned out quite well for me even though I didn’t win. It was extremely ironic because I felt like all the things that happened in the game were pretty much my life in the real world, or a version of my life that I would totally hope for the future. See, I went to college and became a doctor and earned a $50,000 salary. (Which, in itself is ironic because that must be what was adequate for a doctor in the 1970s, and it is still a reasonable salary for me to make as an entry-level psychologist NOW). Then I got married, and over the course of the game I had 3 kids and adopted 2 more. There were so many they wouldn’t even fit in the little car– I had to stuff my last son in the front seat between me and my “husband”. 3 boys and 2 girls.
Later I went on to write a best selling book and earn $96,000 in royalties. After that, I won the Nobel Prize and earned an additional $120,000. At the end of the game, I collected $48,000 for each of my 5 kids (SO not like real life, HAHA).
When the game was almost over, I had quite a bit of money stockpiled, but it was not evident to most of the other players, because, you know, I am so modest. So I decided to compete with my brother Andrew for the “millionaire” position at the end of the game. I lost, but not by much. However, I was still able to retire to the countryside and the lake in style while Andrew enjoyed his amassed winnings of 2 million dollars.
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