Personal Narrative Essay on Playing Monopoly Game

Pushing my seat back as I stand up with a face of pure red with rage I stomp so hard against the floor it could send an earthquake, as I aggressively close my door and go to my bed I shriek into my covers and punch my pillow till the feather inside explodes from the sides. This was the day I discovered my mixed emotion of deep resentment and bragging for....... Monopoly.

I was a toddler didn't know what this excuse of a game was so when my brother asks me to play the board game monopoly I agreed because I thought it would be fun. We played by my brother's rules which were very contradictory to the rules of the proper game, and it didn't help when I played properly. But we had fun but as I grew older I witnessed the horrors that this game could make someone flip a table purely from rage.

When I played my first proper game as a child and sat at the table it was like there was an invisible text of the instructions saying: MAY CAUSE EXTREME RAGE. But no I went in and played blind, not knowing what could become of me or a loved one so devoted to the game.  This is where I would go bankrupt and storm to my room and scream from the pure fury that engulfed my body. Those moments growing up are just embarrassing now.

Now as a teenager I know the rules better and have strategies to help get a head start but when I do lose I just exhale and accept defeat  I don't throw a tantrum or flip the tables and say "it's not fair" and I make sure to warn a new player of the risk of getting irritated.

I push my chair back and sigh in defeat handing the last of my money to the other player. I complain that I didn't win but I get over it but I can try next time that if anyone wants to play with me and my cockiness and fury, as well as the game, takes an agonisingly long time to play.