Personal Narrative-Changing Experience: My Life At The Sage Diner

I had just turned ten when my mom first took me to the Salisbury Chess Club at the Sage Diner. The dilapidated Sage Diner dressed as if it were in the 50s (Absolute), I was immediately enamored by the chess pieces. Soon, I established a reputation for myself as a capricious tactician able to beat all but the most experienced players. Consequently, I played with one of the better players, Phil (Appositive), almost every week. Through my chess games with Phil, I learned many values, like patience and carefulness, that not only apply to chess but also to life. One late Autumn Wednesday night, after my mom and I had just settled in the Sage Diner (Preposition), I noticed that there were only a few players. Two of them had already begun a game, so I asked Phil for a chess game. He enthusiastically obliged and set up the chess pieces. I began with e4, and Phil played a classic Sicilian opening. I had memorized a few variations of the Sicilian and blitzed ahead. However, Phil subtly varied from a traditional opening. Thinking that it was practically the same thing (Participial), I continued moving the pieces as fast as possible and glanced at the clock. Phil took advantage

After considering a few moves in the future, I smiled and almost immediately moved. I wolfed down a potato chip and sipped some water. At first, Phil glanced over the move, but after his habitual check, his visage soured and tightened. He realized his uncomfortable position and squirmed in his seat. Brushing his nose, he realized that my offensive would supersede his; he would have to stay on the defensive. He fortified his King’s side. Very quickly, two pieces- a bishop and Queen- inundated his position. Although it was risky to attack with only these few pieces, I descended on his King’s Position with ravenous intentions. But Phil did not flagger. He calmly reoriented himself and prepared to