Learned in third grade - my Dad taught me while listening to Iowa and Iowa State BB radio broadcasts on Thursday evenings and on Wednesday nights in the winter while Mom was at choir practice. His side of the family was into cribbage, bridge, Parcheesi, you name it. I still remember a four generations rotation pool match in my Grandpa’s cellar. I got “stuck” with my great Grandpa against my Dad and my Grandpa. My Dad still talks about the look on my face after my Great Grandpa tottered around the table and running it (of course, he let me have the first turn for our team). Thanks for the great memory today!!!!!!Good luck finding cribbage players these days
Edit: Great Grandpa rolled his own and Grandpa smoked Tiparillos - lucky I was low to the ground back then!