My earliest memory of Marbelo, or marble football, as we called it then is in my grandmother’s playroom, surrounded by National Geographic magazines. I remember the laughter, the defeats and the triumphs. But most of all, I remember feeling that I belonged.

It didn’t matter how old you were or whether you were any good at games. Whether you were playing or watching, you got caught up in it.

Over the years, I’ve seen strangers become friends over Marbelo and grown men jump around the room after scoring a goal.

Now, together with my family, I’m bringing Marbelo to the world. We want more people to experience what we found in Omi’s playroom: the fun of playing together, and the feeling of being part of it.