Actually, my love affair with this game started when I was a little girl. Nana taught me how to play. My Dad's mum was enamoured with it and spent hours playing, either with partners or solo. We learned early and she even bought us our own dice. I had pink ones. I loved them.
We then started the search for unusual dice, I still have a couple left. A bone one and a hollow metal die that rattles. A few more stick in my mind as coveted memories, I once found a large clear one that housed a tiny die inside. I loved it so much, but was never able to buy it. The other one had tiny carvings for all of the number markers. It was so much fun, we sewed little pouches for them that hung from our belts. Little felt houses for the treasures that loom so large in childhood.
I remember laying clothed in
That is the Yahtzee of the past. We still play it as a family. I taught my children at a young age as a tool to help with math. It is still fun to hear the click of the dice and throw them down excited to see what you get. Shon and I love to play it with the two of us as well...
Lately though, I find myself turning to one I stole from one of my children. A small electronic hand held game that we found and rescued during a room
I have a sneaking fear that it might be Mom O's. One she
However, I can not, will not give her my new boyfriend....Electronic Yahtzee. loll