Playing poker with my family for the first time was the most noteworthy game time.
I can think of right now back then my double income parents barely had quality time for us on the week days weekdays.
But on that first day of December when I was ten years old surprisingly, they managed to have free time.
Normally Normally, each one of us had different ways to spend our Leisure Time how long my father brought us together to play a game of poker if my memory serves me right at that time.
I was quite disinterested in any form of game played on a table because I had a preconceived notion that they're all as dull as dishwater.
It was my initiation for playing card games as my mom used to forbid it not to mention.
She wanted me to improve my arithmetic skills as she noticed that learning the theory was my cup of tea, but in terms of application, it was my deficit or my Achilles heel when my father summoned us to gas.
In the guest room we were all puzzled that he had prepared my study table with a poker set at that time.
I was naive to think those poker chips were snacks while I was thinking that I saw a Grimace from my mom's face to show her disapproval.
However, she had no choice because she was not able to could not come up with a better game suggestion to bring us closer.
At first At first, I had to learn the ropes which was head-scratcher or mind-boggling for me since my father's main objective was for me to improve mental calculation.
He showed some tricks up his sleeves or a way to count cards on my first win out of five games.
I had a sense of achievement and my heart was filled with the cloud of Awesomeness because I applied my dad's strategies in counting cards.