Lifescouts...#8

I have become extremely slack with blogging of late, and even more so with continuing my lifescouts posts. However the wait is over, today is a new day, and perhaps i will be inclined to blog more frequently soon. Maybe. We shall see.
Anyway, the next lifescouts experience I have decided to share is chess.
No, I'm not a chess aficionado, nor have I ever participated in any kind of organised chess games, chess club, chess tournament, et cetera. However, my younger brother showed an interest in chess some years ago, and I was always impressed at how people managed to play what appeared to be a very complicated game. My own interest piqued when my life was made glorious by the discovery of the wonderful world of Harry Potter, particularly after viewing the film adaptation of The Philosopher's Stone, during which occurs the very memorable life-sized game of Wizard's Chess. 
However it wasn't until the summer between years 11 and 12 that I decided I would learn to play this mystifying game. 
I'm not trying to be impressive, and I now know that chess isn't a particularly difficult game to learn, and by no stretch of the imagination do I consider myself talented in this arena. But I am proud to say that during that summer, I managed to teach myself how to play chess, using a computer chess game, and after a number of frustrating afternoons spent losing to a machine, I managed to achieve a checkmate. It was a triumph of sorts. And I know that makes me a dork, but I don't care. 
And here is my badge.