Game of Chess, 1555
Over the past few evenings I have been taking chess lessons from my 9 year old son.
This little lad is quite introverted and is often hesitant about trying new activities. When I suggested he join the chess club at school next term, he said that he isn't a very good player, to which I replied that I bet he could beat me -- and he did.
While in the past I have been taught the various moves of chess, I don't think I had ever played a full game. And what a game it is! It is difficult enough for me to try and remember what each piece does, and to focus on moving one piece around, without worrying about all the others.
I am also not very good at sacrificing pieces willingly for the greater good of my 'army'; I have a tendency to hold on till the bitter end. I can understand why chess was used to teach military strategy to statesmen in past centuries.
Anyhow, now the chess set is out, a game seems to be underway almost constantly. The whole family is joining in, and several 'experts' groan every time someone makes a faulty move.
Finally, tonight I won my first game. I ventured more, attacked more, and watched my pieces better. I think I could really start to enjoy this!