Having moved to London several years ago, and walked many of the streets of London during my various walking adventures, I had visited many of the streets on the monopoly board and two of the four railway stations. We could recite the order that each property appeared in on the board without looking, and we knew the cost of each property, the rental that had to be paid on each property if it was an empty lot, had one, two, three or four houses, or a hotel. I don’t think we knew (or even cared) that the streets and railway stations, of the game we loved so much, were real. We lived in New Zealand, 12,000 miles away from London (and the streets of the monopoly board), on the other side of the world. Every school holidays we would spend a sizable junk of our day buying and selling properties, building them up with houses and hotels to increase the rent that we would receive when someone landed on our properties, passing GO, going to Jail without passing GO, being wiped out when we had to pay property taxes, and occasionally landing on free parking. As a kid my cousins and I used to spend hours and hours playing Monopoly on the floor at our grandparents place.
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