Pretty young, about 11 years old. My dad taught my bother and I around the kitchen table. Played for toothpicks and then for change. Looked pretty easy to me so my dad suggested we play for our paper route money. By the end of the night he both my brother and my money. We had to pay for the papers the next day.
Was a sleepless night, not knowing what to say about not being able to pay. He gave it back the next morning but that was a heck of lesson.
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