Does anyone else remember the Ungame?
I don’t remember that one, but boy that box cover picture sure takes me back. This kid could have been me, circa 1972 or so:
I had that exact hair style — but then so did everybody in 1972. They called it “the Farrah Fawcett,” if I recall correctly. I was lucky. Instead of Christian bookstores my town had bars where all the dads in town spent their evenings instead of sleeping through games with the kiddos at home… Ah, the Seventies! How I miss them!