I had a wonderful childhood and wonderful parents, but there is one semi-traumatic memory that has burned itself into my brain: The times when my father essentially forced my family to play the board game Monopoly.
My dad’s rationale was sound: It was important for his children to learn about money and mortgages and renting and borrowing and how horrible their lives would become as they wasted their prime decades giving a large portion of their hard-earned after-tax income to passive extractor landlords and bankers.
It worked.
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