By amigoponc on Skatehive
Taking part in the Silver Bloggers’ this week’s challenge has taken me on a journey through time, but my journey is not the same as most people’s. Whilst many recall the colour of the grass on a football pitch or the glare of a basketball court, my earliest memories are of deep darkness. I was blind until the age of eight, and today, as a visually impaired person who relies solely on my left eye, my relationship with sport was not a matter of speed, but of perspective. *Beyond the gaze At primary school, whilst my classmates chased after a ball, my ‘extreme sport’ was quite different: I devoured books. The pages were my training ground and the words my masterstrokes. That voracious appetite for reading not only nourished my mind, but also sharpened my ability to imagine worlds I could not yet see clearly. When I started secondary school, physical reality took centre stage, but not as a limitation, rather as a creative challenge. It was there that I discovered chess. On the 64-square bo