This is an essay about my experiences of playing games. I don’t play games often. But this essay doesn’t end. When I was a child, I used to play a board game called “scrabble”. Every Saturday I used to take a private English conversation class with my friends. In the class, we sometimes enjoyed playing it. One day our teacher brought the board game and left it at my home. Since then I’ve kept it for a long time, maybe 15 years. She probably forgets leaving it because she’s not obsessed with having things at all. I have a lot of things which I've borrowed from her. Actually I'd also forgotten having it until 2 years ago. When I found it in my closet, I felt I was like a character in the movie “Jumanji” , where the main characters find an old board game in their attic. At that time I was chatting about the game with my friend from the U.S.. In the conversation he told me about an app named “Words with friends classic”. It’s a smartphone application of “scrabble”. We were playing it together. Of course he won because he’s a native English speaker. But it was still a lot of fun. As of late, we don’t use the app anymore. But when I hear “game”, I think of “scrabble”. That’s because I have fond memories.