Don't get me wrong, I did try. Dad loved the game and though I eventually caught on, unlike several of my friends, me and the checkered board - just didn't get along.
I looked at it as though it were a giant crossword puzzle. And there were many, many times, more than I can remember, when I scratched my head and looked at Dad, wondering HOW he could possibly like this game.
I saw this lovely chess board at a friends place recently. It brought back memories of Dad explaining the game to me - the plays, the intricacies, the plots. I don't remember any of that though.
But I DO remember sitting with Dad. And to me, that's what chess means.
Something Dad loved and wanted to share with me.
So, I still don't like chess. But I do intend on getting a nice pretty board like this one.
If nothing else, for the memories.