“Nanny” said my 6 year old grandson Ethan, “Can we have a game of Chess?”
I’m always up for a Chess game. Dad started to teach me Chess when I was about 5 or 6, and I still use the same board and pieces that we used back in the 1960s and early 1970s. Dad never let me win, although I suffered (and so did he I expect) many meltdowns as a result. Mum would implore him to let me win, but he always stood firm and replied that letting me win would do me no good at all. Okay I never beat Dad, but when I was 12 I did beat my uncle. I felt like dancing around the room, and so did Dad!
I taught my two boys to play, which helped Leon no end with his concentration. I never let them win either, and by the…
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