It's a really funny memory for me, so I want to share it. I was in grade 4. In my country, there was a time when playing Pogs was popular, and kids would always play for keeps. So, what are pogs? It's a game where this thick piece of paper called 'pogs' with good art style was slammed on the ground to flip the other pog. If the pog was flipped, you take them. It's basically gambling for kids. I remembered playing teks a bit younger, a similar game, but with different toys and different rules. You see, there was another way to play pogs besides slamming them on the ground, that was the rules of teks, where you make the toy fly and whirl in the air. There's a stack of three pogs: yours, the other player's, and a neutral. Sometimes, there's a third player. Basically, the rules are, you'd arrange the pogs in certain patterns, and you let them fly in the air like a frisbee, but vertically. Pogs have a front and the back. The player with Pogs, odd out of the three, wins. Either one front, the rest is back. Or one back, the rest is front. If it's the neutral that's the odd one out, it's a tie. If you lose on your turn, you let the other player change patterns and make their throw, and vice versa.
So anyways, I was playing pogs. I was playing this kid my same age with a thick stack. He would eye my plastic bag, brimming with pogs I won. Of course, the kid challenged me because he wants my Pogs. Here's the thing. I am good at gaming the system... of pogs. I tell the kid we play till the other has no more. The one who quits first is gay. And you know, kids, that worked plenty of times. Of course, he agrees because he wants my plastic bag filled with pogs. It's his turn. First game, I bet a stack of pogs about his stack after eyeing it. He wins. Now, he's happy, thinking I was a sucker. So the next turn, I bet twice the stack of my first bet. Now, he's nervous. He wins again. It's just the second turn. I bet twice the stack of my second bet and the rest was history. The kid lost his stack to me. I didn't even need a turn.
Kids could be really evil.
Just to share, I started with ten stacks of pogs earlier that summer. I won most of my pogs from my classmates in school and neigbors.
Edit: What's yours? Childhood games could be quite a riot. huh?
So anyways, I was playing pogs. I was playing this kid my same age with a thick stack. He would eye my plastic bag, brimming with pogs I won. Of course, the kid challenged me because he wants my Pogs. Here's the thing. I am good at gaming the system... of pogs. I tell the kid we play till the other has no more. The one who quits first is gay. And you know, kids, that worked plenty of times. Of course, he agrees because he wants my plastic bag filled with pogs. It's his turn. First game, I bet a stack of pogs about his stack after eyeing it. He wins. Now, he's happy, thinking I was a sucker. So the next turn, I bet twice the stack of my first bet. Now, he's nervous. He wins again. It's just the second turn. I bet twice the stack of my second bet and the rest was history. The kid lost his stack to me. I didn't even need a turn.
Kids could be really evil.
Just to share, I started with ten stacks of pogs earlier that summer. I won most of my pogs from my classmates in school and neigbors.
Edit: What's yours? Childhood games could be quite a riot. huh?
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