I got hit in the face like a super stunning tennis smash that I have never experienced before. I fell down on the above ground liner in the swimming pool area behind the school gym and hardly stood. All I thought about was standing and hitting back with a heavier hit.
That was the first fight I’ve ever had. It was inside the school when I was in the fifth grade. I was not that big buddy but I remember that I don’t let those bullies treat me like a geek.
The first kid who was able to punch me that hard was Boogie. I don’t know what his real name was or if that was his true name. He was that huge built sixth grader with a semi undercut curly hair that used to wear a muscle shirt as if he just came from the gym.
Aside from that, he was never alone. He was always with those smaller kids that, I think, would jump from a 100-storey building if Boogie says so. They were a nightmare to every kid’s freedom to be happy in the elementary.
One day, the gang approached me while I was reading a martial arts instruction book on the above ground pools decks in the swimming pool area. One kid told me that Boogie wants to see the book. I refused with a strong disagreement.
So Boogie went to me and hit me. I was stunned but I had to compose myself to stand. I heard they were laughing when I fell. So I earned my strength and prepared to launch an attack.
I remember that according to the book I was reading just earlier, the first thing to do when planning for an attack is to compose yourself and earn your strength for a solid hit. So I stood carefully but with real speed. I hit him in the eye and he fell down. He was stunned and it was obvious in his eyes that it wanted to drop tears.
And so the next thing I remember was I was inside my room. I had to hide my wounds and bruises because they went over me. But I had no regrets because I was able to defend myself, not all kids can do.
Now, I teach martial arts. Not as an instrument to hurt others but to defend and to protect. Thanks to boogie, I realized how strong I am.
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