When the play pieces were gone we used whatever we could find, and played as many cards as we could. A handful of old buttons, obviously recycled from old garments, placed on some scrap booking paper…and it all takes me back to playing games for hours on end.
Then there was that annoying song we sang at camp, “There was a farmer had dog and Bingo was his namo. B-I-N-G-O….”
I think we sang it long enough to drive our parents nuts.
You can thank me later from making that song stay in your head.