Monopoly

I had my rain check birthday lunch with Kev yesterday, after a sumptuous jap at Esplanade we talked about how life used to be when we were young. I told him about the story of Land and the Farmer, and how i wondered humans are so ungrateful most of the time; and he relayed to me a very familiar story of our growing up time.

We weren't from a rich family but i'd say our parents earn enough to bring us up without us having to go through much of painful child labour. When we were young, my mother did not have the luxury to buy us toys whenever we asked for...i think from the very beginning, we know our limits and we hardly even ask for anything. You get toys when adults get you, you dont ask for it. Simple as that.

There's this particular box of Monopoly, my mother kept it on the top shelf of her wardrobe. She would occasionally brought it out for us to play when we did something good or on special occasions. Yeah, it was just a box of Monopoly. It wasnt those in cheap A6 size box where the board was made of paper and you can fold it 4-6times. This box of monopoly would have cost quite a sum back then. Nice cardboard with everything neatly printed. We would always treasure the time when we get to lay our hands on the dice and touch the soft-printed paper money. If the box were given to us right from the beginning, we probably wouldnt treasure it as much anymore...and it would probably get really dirty and most likely we would have gone bored of it after a week or two.

Such is the way of life...when you get to have something so easily; without much effort or sacrifice...we would grow tired of it very quickly too...so play hard to get when you can, for life is just another game of Monopoly.