Wherever I went, great crowds turned out to see me play. For four years, I was on public view. People stared at me, poked at me, tried to hug me, asked me questions. Professors measured my cranium and psycho-analyzed me. Reporters interviewed me and wrote fanciful stories about my future. Photographers were forever aiming their cameras at me.
It was, of course, an unnatural life for a child, but it had its compensations and I cannot truthfully say that I did not enjoy it.
So wrote chess prodigy Sammy Reshevsky.