Growing up, one of my favorite things to do was play Monopoly with my sister. Part of the reason why I loved it so much was because we tweaked the rules. In our game, we were allowed to buy as many houses and hotels (per property) as we wanted... and the middle of the board always started with $500, instead of zero. This made things very exciting. Now we had unlimited potential for growth, and we had expanded the amount of money we could leverage to buy more properties or "hotels" on those properties. Soon, the board was full of green and red. In fact, my sister and I would have so many houses and hotels that there wasn't enough Monopoly money in circulation to handle it and we actually had to start creating our own money by writing on pieces of paper. Our new rules also extended the time it took to win the game, making it last for days... which of course made it even more riveting and yet more serious at the same time... because now there was more at stake. More to lose. Every new purchase of a property, house or hotel automatically came with a surge of excitement that I could feel in my gut. And the feeling was addicting.
Before long, the game started to get really, really serious. In a normal game of Monopoly, you can only have one hotel per property. I usually had two or three. So now, when my sister landed on Boardwalk or Park Place she had to pay an astronomical amount. And when she did, she was nearly on the ver...
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