When I was growing up my brother and I had a few games that we were very serious about. Life? Oh man we knew just how to spin the dial to land on all the good squares. We also had mad Sorry skills, even though it required little skill. Our family plays a card game that we call Push (similar to Gin Rummy) and we could play each other for days to declare a reigning Push Champion…but no game was more hotly contested than that of Dead Lions. Dead Lions went something like this:
- lie down
- very still
- like a dead lion
- the last one to move wins.
In retrospect I think my parents were the only winners at this game….but I’m fairly disturbed that my brother and I competed to see who could be the more convincing dead animal, rotting away on the jungle floor.