Memories of being about 8 or 10 years old.. with my cousins playing on our own (making mansions and driving little MicroMachines or dominoes) or against our grandma who would give us loose change so we could gamble with her (back in the day when 1c and 2c coins existed). She was proud when others were amazed that we knew how to play at such a young age. My grandpa would walk past and we would laugh as he toot'ed along with flatulence that lasted from the arch to the door to the other room. Often he would stop to help Jeremy (the youngest of our lot at the time, before Danielle) come up trumps from his underdog status. Screaming "POOOONG!" and "SIIIRRRRNG!" trying to imitate how the adults would yell.
Its like playing cards, but with small square brick tiles.
