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I used to play Pick Up Sticks with my cousin in the late seventies. I absolutely loved the game. For reasons I can't explain, it thrilled me. My older cousin owned the game and being a rather mean and vindictive girl at the time, limited the times that I could play—even if she wasn't playing with it. God forbid, if I actually beat her. Whenever I visited, we would have incredibly competitive matches. I'm surprised our games weren't televised replete with sports commentators. The times that I was victorious over her were few and far between (as with all shy beings, learning how to exert oneself and the coordination of motor skills was a bit of a journey) but every victory was indeed sweet and worthy of that extra jubilant lap around the track.