A short illustrated, simple rules of the game. The pieces, etc.
let her win a single game of chess.
When I was in my thirties, my brother lived near by and we would play one game of chess. It went on for some time, we were even up for the longest time. But you just see it coming, like the low quiet rumbling of an approaching train that is in deniable. He would win a game then I would win, each taking turns being ahead, falling behind. Then, one day I realized I was gasping for air; he was up one, I barely won the game back. It went on like that for awhile. I'm not sure if I tired of being on the brink or it was his predatory approach to the game, but when he won the game that put him up 32 to 30, I quit playing. I couldn't, or perhaps just didn't, put the time in to be become better, but I hated losing.
I visited my Father every other weekend . Before the long drive back on Sunday nights, we would play a game of chess. I never won.
Later, I thought about this, and wondered if it took a great deal of effort to win every game. I still wonder how we stopped playing. Did he lose interest as I became distracted by other competing interests in my life, did he become bored?
Ironically, my daughter tells the same story, almost verbatim. aches, for some mysterious reason seems to take its own exalted place in your life. I'm not sure if it is the history of the game or something more, like a catalyst you would never realize at the time, but upon reflection, you look back on your memories of the game, and it is like a dream you cannot quite describe in any detail, but reveals clearly your character, your motives, and your maturity at the time, defining you in a manner that would otherwise be quite difficult without the game of chess.