Hey, trysts, nice brief essay! Here's my unusual-for-a-girl experience: I found an old chess set in the attic when I was 14, learned the moves from the one page aricle in our Compton" Picture Encyclopedia, taught my mother to play, played a bunch of games with her, and a few weeks later, when I mentioned this to my math teacher, he invited me to come to the high school chess club meeting. I walked into a room to see 10 older high school boys. They all rolled their eyes and smirked, then sat me down across from my first opponent, the club president. I beat him. (Now, that was fun.)
Chess is fun. I don't study it. I enjoy it. To quote what a wise woman once said: "Good grasshoppers it's just a game!"
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