Chess Pieces and What They Mean to Me

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For someone who has been playing chess for so long, I have created and developed a certain story for each of the chess pieces. The story helps me and inspires me to do my best in every game, as the result will also determine the ending of my story. Of course, I wish to always have a happy ending, and the only way for that to happen is if I win and succeed in protecting my king.

Let’s start with the knight. the Knight pieces represent me on the board. I chose the knight because it is my favorite piece. It is a piece that has astonished me from the time that I was just beginning to learn chess. among all the pieces, it is the only one that can, in a way, change direction or lane. This is because of the movement that the knight could make, which is sort of a number 7.

I also like the knight because in many stories, the knight is always the hero, and I would like to see myself as the hero who gallantly saves the kingdom from the invaders and evil doers.

The next piece that has a significance for me are the pawns. This choice might be surprising for some, but, for the real chess player, they will understand why I give great credit to pawns. They are the brave soldiers who always end up as bait for a plan to succeed. A lot of chess players take their pawns for granted, but I don’t. I treat my pawns as important pieces, and I do sacrifice them for nothing. I always make sure that they die a good death, that one death of a pawn is equivalent to a death of a major piece for the enemy.

Sacrifices in chess, not just with pawns, but with every piece on the board, should be done with great care and with the idea that the sacrifice will reap a good ending.

Here is a video of some of the most amazing sacrifices made during a chess game and hopefully get a chance to learn a trick or two.

Another chess piece of great importance, is of course, the King. The death of the king means the end of the game. In fact, the main objective of the game is to be the first player to conquer the king of the other player. The game revolves around protecting this piece, yet it is the piece with the least mobility, given that it could only move one tile per turn.

In my story, the king is my father. He was the one who taught me how to play chess, and I owe him my life and the success I have right now. That is why, whenever I represent him as the King, my desire to win is tripled. I do not want to disappoint him, even when he keeps telling me that I will never do anything to disappoint him.

How I Came to Love Chess

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While kids were out playing basketball or running around the campus, while others were making friends and playing in the park, while many were breaking records with their online games, I was playing chess.

Now, some may think that I had a lonely childhood, but that is not true, at all. I had a great childhood, all because of the fact that I loved, and I still love, to play (and win) chess.

My early love for Chess does not mean that I was not able to have fun like other kids did. I still play outside with friends, and I still sometimes play video games with my brothers and friends. However, whenever I could, I would really prefer playing chess.

I got my passion for chess from my father. He was not a Chess prodigy as I am, but he was, at least for me, more passionate about the game that I ever could be. Chess for him was more than just a game. It was who he is.

He did not succeed in chess out of natural talent. He gave it time and effort, and he learned it with heart. He played with everyone that was willing to play with him, in the park, at home, with friends, it did not matter. As long as they wanted to play chess, he was happy.

Whenever he loses, he smiles. This may be weird for some but my father really likes a challenge. And he smiles when he is beat because he knows that the person seating across him is also someone like him, a passionate chess player.

When he wins, he would also smile. Not because he is bragging about how good a chess player he is, but because he has made it through another challenge with another person.

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When I was born, I know that even when I still could not understand chess, my father has already set the chess board in front of me and has been teaching me how to play. My mother said he did not mind looking like a fool, playing with a toddler who barely speaks. His smile was even wider, more genuine, and reflects to his soul, my mother would say. He has never seen my dad so happy as when he was in front of me, playing chess while I only respond with a coo.

As I got older, nothing changed. He still plays with me even when I only tumble down the pieces and look at him with my big eyes. He never gave up on me until finally, I was slowly understanding what he was trying to teach me. The game felt warm to play, because it was him I was playing with. It did not feel like a competition, but rather a moment of bonding and a moment that was ours alone, my dad and mine.

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Every time I am recognized for my talent, I never fail to thank my father, who has never beaten me in another game again, ever since I have mastered it.