We've got one at home - probably sixty or so years old. The eight year old granddaughters are the ones who get great fun out of it currently.
I get the brick-bats - wife telling me I should get around to doing work on the thing, repair some of the furniture, make new furniture, re-wall-paper the bed-rooms, a thousand small things to do. It is an investment my wife tells me.
In spite of its dog-eared appearence, the grandkids get loads of fun from it.