It was just a small box, a small plastic cubicle with one face open and a base evenly riddled with holes. I think I salvaged the components from the bookshop, the cubicle just a soft plastic casing and the base just one of those cardboard pens stands. The holes were just big enough for a marble to nestle comfortable in it and were marked with numbers.
For a small sum of I don’t know, 10 cents, 20 cents? You could get a marble and flip it into the box from a small distance. It lands on number 5? Oh man, unlucky. You don’t get anything but try again! There are strawberry-shaped erasers waiting to be won!
With the money collected, I would re-invest in new prizes and rack my brains for more fun games. This went on for maybe 3 days and then one day I was told to shut down my little act, because it constituted ‘gambling’.
Would-be gambling addict? Budding entrepreneur? I don’t know if I made any money, or if I even intended to make any money.
I was 11.
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For a small sum of I don’t know, 10 cents, 20 cents? You could get a marble and flip it into the box from a small distance. It lands on number 5? Oh man, unlucky. You don’t get anything but try again! There are strawberry-shaped erasers waiting to be won!
With the money collected, I would re-invest in new prizes and rack my brains for more fun games. This went on for maybe 3 days and then one day I was told to shut down my little act, because it constituted ‘gambling’.
Would-be gambling addict? Budding entrepreneur? I don’t know if I made any money, or if I even intended to make any money.
I was 11.
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