Don’t you just love the times when you were alone, doing something you really really enjoy? It was that day that I really enjoyed myself. Just the computer and I. Good times… Goooooooooddd times…
Being alone on a Sunday evening, I was very bored. Extremely bored. Exceedingly bored. So bored, I started to walk in circles around the house. I walked to and fro, back and forth until my bare foot started aching. Finally, I lay on my bed, closed my eyes, and tried to get some rest. A few hours later, I got up and decided to check on my hamsters. Same old routine, they were running inside the wheel aimlessly. It struck me that my Sundays were no better than theirs!
Finally I turned on the computer and started to play games with it. First reversi, then solitaire, pinball, time flew by as I thrashed the computer over and over again.
I sighed as it got more and more boring. Just when I was about to quit, I tried playing one last game, after beating the computer flat in all the other games. This was one of the old classics, one of the most successful and traditional games in both the past and present. Chess. I set the difficultly level to ‘insane’ and begun the game.
I was an expert in chess. Not to boast… But yea, I AM UNBEATABLE!!! Okay… moment of awkwardness…
“You call this level insane?” I thought, as I finished him off in four moves.
“Piece of pie.” I mumbled under my breath. Memories flooded into my mind as I thought of my childhood spent with my grandpa. We would play chess with old wooden chess pieces on a chess table, and he would win every single time. When I was 7, he passed away in his sleep. As I recalled these memories, I could not help but smile. This was what I enjoyed the most throughout this whole Sunday. The memories, not the computer game.
