"Six six come on!" I said out loud as I had the die in my hand to roll on the board. If I got a five I would land on a snake and have to go round again. On the other hand, if I got a six, I would win the game. Dad was a space behind me but mum was four spaces ahead. She had to roll a two to win and Dad was more than one dice roll away yet. I got a three and was now in a similar situation to my mum. I had to roll a three to win now. Was luck on my side?
"My turn!" Dad, who at the moment may as well be a child, excitedly grabbed the dice and rolled hoping for a decent number so he could try to close the gap between him and us two. He got a one. Mum and I just sat there laughing whilst he looked annoyed initially but then said, "I could still win!"
"One in three chance of winning and a one in six chance of rolling a six on your next go?" Mum mocked and I just laughed in agreement. Mum then grabbed the dice and then rolled a four.
"No way mum." She was going to try and change it so it looked as if the dice landed on the two she needed. She passed me the dice and I rolled it, hoping to get a three. Luck was on my side as I looked on in disbelief to see that it had landed on a three.
"Hell yea I win!" I placed my counter on the finishing square and announced, "Who's going to be the finishing parent?"
"Let's see shall we?" I passed my dad the dice and he took his turn to roll.
After a good five minutes of endless rolling die, Dad finally got the number he needed and landed on the finishing square. Ironically, mum got the number she needed on the VERY next turn which, in a competitive way annoyed her, but we all had a laugh about it. I went to get a refill for my coke whilst mum got a wine even though my dad got another coke. I think it was safe to say that mum was the mature one of the family!
After the most exciting board game I've played, we then decided to see what was on the box. We had agreed if there wasn't anything on, we'd just put some music on and just generally chill out which ended up being the case scenario because there nothing on. Or at least nothing interesting anyway. We ended up getting Trivial Pursuit out because we just got bored to be honest. We still had the music channel on in the background but we all picked our colour and got playing.
We figured since I wouldn't know a lot of the questions, because this is an old version of the board, that I would team up with my dad. We had a dark blue piece and mum picked the pink piece. We placed the bag (with all the coloured pieces in) in the centre and grabbed one out when appropriate.
It took us a good half hour before realising that we had got no where and we were going to be here all night if we kept playing. We ended up calling it a draw which was, for me with my competitive spirit, was annoying but at least I won Snakes & Ladders. That was good enough for me.
We then spent the rest of the night having a few drinks and just generally talking. Max went upstairs to his bedroom to go and get something but he didn't tell me or mum what it was. That's when he came back with an old box of ours. It was full of pictures of me growing up and a few momentos. The box itself was a pure white with a baby pink lid. Dad placed it on the table Mum and I were sat at and opened the lid to find a medal, a few photo albums and a few other things too, including my birth certificate.
"I thought you would want me to show you Rachel." Dad picked up the photo album that was titled, 'Our little angel' and opened it to see a picture of mum holding me followed by one with dad holding me. There was then a photo of all three of us with me sat in the middle.
"You were only a few hours old then. I remember your dad being by my side the whole time."
"I've barely seen these myself. Look, my medal from a dance competition from when I was little." I pointed out the medal. It was a dark purple with a gold colour metal circle at the end.
"You used to dance Pandora?" Mum took a lot of interest in my medal so I explained it further.
"Yea. My teachers were a pain though so I stopped. That was ages ago though."
"She was very good though. I think that's why the teachers didn't like her. She made everything look so easy and she did a better job then they did. She never meant to show them up of course."
"They were just jealous dad." I joked before carefully placing the medal back in the box.
"They sure were."
Author's Note: Thanks to StellaPriceFan, CSI Encloypedia, I-Wish-Upon-Falling-Stars & grangehilllover for reviewing the last chapter and thanks to the rest of you for reading!
Danni x