When my parents were pregnant, both times the doctor told them they were going to have boys...but they had girls. Thats okay it didn't stop my dad from turning us into the most game oriented, girlish tomboys possible. Growing up, our boyfriends never stood a chance. We had a pool table, a ping pong table, foosball table, every video game known to man and played pretty much any sport with ease.The love of games were pretty much drilled into our heads from the time we were little tykes. Watching my dad, watch one of us is actually pretty neat. Since becoming an adult it is pretty neat to play a round of golf with pops, playing a game of pool or cornhole, sharing a beer and having a few laughs. On a recent trip to Florida, I got to watch my dad watch my sister play golf. I only watched for 15 seconds or less, but you could see the pure enjoyment on his face as he played golf with his two daughters and son-in-law. He had instilled in us his love for a game, taught us to respect and value the game and all the things that came along with it.
Being taught to love the game (any game that is) is really a fabulous lesson. It teaches that competitive edge that helps provide a daily drive or motivation. Life lessons come in all shapes and sizes. My Denver family has just gotten a new addition. As if we didn't have enough games with the Wii, Playstation 2, Basketball, Ladder Golf, we just got a ping pong table. Growing up I really wanted to have a house like Tom Hanks did in the movie Big...It seems as though, it is actually happening. Anybody up for an game or two?
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