I have nothing but horrible memories of you, you sorry excuse for a board game. Just the thought of you brings back intense feelings of fear and inadequacy.
As a child I would always get suckered into playing your game with my older siblings. They used to form alliances and then gang up on me – Brother would buy Park Place, and Other Brother would buy Boardwalk. They would stock up a bazillion little hotels and then just wait until I landed on their territory.
I don’t recall any other details about the game, except that it seemed to go on forever and always ended the exact same way: one of us would erupt in a fit of rage and throw your pastel-colored Monopoly money all over the place. Total chaos would ensue. I inevitably wound up sitting directly on top of the board, screaming and wailing, until Mom came to my rescue.
To this day I must seriously question the judgement of anyone who willingly chooses to participate in your game. I haven’t played since 1993 and I don’t plan on doing it ever, ever again.