I grew up in a family that played both board and card games. One of my grandmothers played bridge at a very high level, even (so family legend has it, anyway) playing for Scotland at times. She taught us to play Whist, and Hearts, and Rummy, and - eventually - Bridge. My other grandparents taught us to play Crazy Eights, another card game which, as I later learned, is the same idea as Uno.
At home, my siblings and I would sometimes play Canasta, a card game that didn't necessarily require four players. We also played a lot of mah-jong, a bit of Scrabble, and various other games that we acquired, some better than others. Monopoly was popular with some of my siblings, although I found it a bit stressful. I have lots of memories of family board games on Christmas Day, or on holidays, or - as young adults - Sunday afternoons.
I played board games with school and church friends too; I had quite a collection of two-player games. Mastermind was a favourite, as was Quandary. And I helped to run the Chess Club at my secondary school, although I was no expert at the game. But I couldn't remember a time when I didn't know the rules, or those of draughts (also known as checkers). Then there were pencil-and-paper games for the car, or the back of class in a dull physics lesson...
It never occurred to me that there were people who didn't play games growing up, any more than it occurred to me that there were people who didn't like reading. And so, when our sons were born, we introduced them to games as early as possible, starting with Snakes and Ladders, Misfits and Pelmanism (Pairs), moving on to more interesting games as they got older.
When we moved to Cyprus, we didn't take many games with us other than small packs of cards and travel games, so we were very pleased to discover that the Thrift Shop had quite a selection of games. We learned, from colleagues, to play Rummikub and acquired a set of our own. As the boys turned into teenagers, computer games became more interesting to them, but we still tried to play a family board game at least once a week.
By the time we moved from our rental house to the one where we live now, we had sufficient different games to fill a biggish box - and since our cat Cleo insisted on sleeping in the packed game box, I even have a photo of it: