My father's favorite game to play with me and my two brothers while we were growing up was something he called the Alien Game, in which he was a visitor from another planet (which we suspected already) and we were his guides here on Earth. He would ask questions and we would attempt to answer them. He would point into the sky, for instance, and ask, "What are those white formations that move through your atmosphere?" "Clouds!" we'd say with great confidence. "What are they made of?" he'd … [Read more...]
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