Risk Still Makes History
keep playing with his plastic soldiers set. “Risk” soon conquered our routine game time after finishing up the traditional family meal that took place always on Sundays. My brother, my cousin, a couple of our fiends, and I, used to head to the upper floor of our house during those cold winter days or to the balcony during the hot summer ones in order to play what we used to refer to as “the game.”
Since, in most cases, we were not able to finish an entire game round every Sunday afternoon-the game used to be interrupted by parents who wanted us to go to bed early since we had to go to school the next day-we used to leave the board, the pair of dice, the game’s units, the instruction cards and my brother’s “Napoleon’s hat” at the same place for a whole week up until the following Sunday.
“The game” or “Risk,” as it is better known outside of
