I remember this game and I liked it because it was mine. Perhaps my mother gave it to me or my grandmother did. because the geese were coloured it was special. Plastic geese instead of wooden.
A few steps forward or backwards...spending time in a well or prison. You could never tell who won unless my father played with us. He always won and if not he won too.
I never liked playing games but loved looking at this one.
Instead of these games gaming took over and if you ask me that divided entire families.
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