I think i learned it myself on yahoo chess almost 20 years ago, searching for a fun browser game. But lichess got me hooked.
My dad taught me how the pieces moved and to "control the center". I was 6 years old at the time.
Most everything else I have picked up from Chessmaster on PS1, and the Internet.
Most everything else I have picked up from Chessmaster on PS1, and the Internet.
I learned chess from my dad,then i started to play in the neighborhood.When i constantly beated all my neighbours ...i was invited to a chess club. Nowdays i dont have time for tournaments..study ... i just play on the internet for fun.
Watched my father playing my uncle. I was around 5 years old. As a kid you like the chess pieces.
Later my father taught me the rules and I played against his old Chess Computer (Novag Alto).
It was the time when Kasparov played Deep Blue when I got a bit more serious about chess. I played more and tried to learn. Then some years without playing followed (up from the year ~2000).
I am not quite sure what brought me back and what year it was.
Later my father taught me the rules and I played against his old Chess Computer (Novag Alto).
It was the time when Kasparov played Deep Blue when I got a bit more serious about chess. I played more and tried to learn. Then some years without playing followed (up from the year ~2000).
I am not quite sure what brought me back and what year it was.
The time, 1988.
The event, Ice Capades.
They turned the ice into a giant chessboard and the pieces skated onto their respective squares. My father leaned over and named all the pieces, and began explaining how they were moving. Eventually the skaters started making all kinds of illegal, artsy, fartsy, moves, instead of simply playing the game to the finish, but that was enough, I was hooked.
I'll never forget the feeling. I was absolutely mesmerized by chess.
I asked if my pops would teach me, he told me that he would and that we'd get at it the next day.
He dug out a beautiful hand-crafted, maple, set, that I had never seen before, and he showed me the basics. He spoke of ideas like scholars mate, he spoke of doubled-pawns, open/closed center, and so on.
Then, he proceeded to checkmate me 3-10 times, every Sunday afternoon, until he one day accidentally blundered a piece, and wasn't able to recover. I had finally beaten him! But we both knew it didn't count. Play on.
Several more instances of blunders, and finally we played a good game where he overlooked a simple trap, #, I win. We both knew that this technically counted, but that it didn't mean that I was the better player. Play on.
We continued like that, until one day, as we were lining up the pieces, it became crystal clear, in both our minds, that we knew who the winner was going to be before even beginning the game.
It was not long after that that my pops stopped playing with me. At the time, I thought it was because I was finally better than my pops; however, now, 30 years later, I suspect it was because I wouldn't shut the hell up about all the ideas in my mind, and cheer and celebrate them when they won with force, (you know how 8 year olds can get.)
With that said, there is always a quiet little voice in the back of my mind that's telling me that my pops just felt "mission complete", crossed "teach son to play chess" off his list, and moved on to other projects.
The event, Ice Capades.
They turned the ice into a giant chessboard and the pieces skated onto their respective squares. My father leaned over and named all the pieces, and began explaining how they were moving. Eventually the skaters started making all kinds of illegal, artsy, fartsy, moves, instead of simply playing the game to the finish, but that was enough, I was hooked.
I'll never forget the feeling. I was absolutely mesmerized by chess.
I asked if my pops would teach me, he told me that he would and that we'd get at it the next day.
He dug out a beautiful hand-crafted, maple, set, that I had never seen before, and he showed me the basics. He spoke of ideas like scholars mate, he spoke of doubled-pawns, open/closed center, and so on.
Then, he proceeded to checkmate me 3-10 times, every Sunday afternoon, until he one day accidentally blundered a piece, and wasn't able to recover. I had finally beaten him! But we both knew it didn't count. Play on.
Several more instances of blunders, and finally we played a good game where he overlooked a simple trap, #, I win. We both knew that this technically counted, but that it didn't mean that I was the better player. Play on.
We continued like that, until one day, as we were lining up the pieces, it became crystal clear, in both our minds, that we knew who the winner was going to be before even beginning the game.
It was not long after that that my pops stopped playing with me. At the time, I thought it was because I was finally better than my pops; however, now, 30 years later, I suspect it was because I wouldn't shut the hell up about all the ideas in my mind, and cheer and celebrate them when they won with force, (you know how 8 year olds can get.)
With that said, there is always a quiet little voice in the back of my mind that's telling me that my pops just felt "mission complete", crossed "teach son to play chess" off his list, and moved on to other projects.
My mother taught me the rules and played some casual games with me when I was 6-7, later I played some coffehouse chess with my grandfather which of course included a fair amount of trashtalk so my dad had put an end to that and registered me in the local chess club.
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