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Going to the tournament was a blast. We karaoke to the radio singing songs and I was dancing in the back. It was the first time I enjoyed being in the car alone with my dad. No lectures, to yelling just pure fun.
When we finally got there i was too excited to contain myself. I saw all my friends and went over to talk with them. Looking around I instantly felt exhilarated. It was like a scene from my favorite movie, my inspiration to join karate in the first place.
There were kids where are manner of colors with an even more diverse array of weapons. There were kids spinning staffs, twirling nun chucks, sporting swords and other objects I couldn't name. I didn't feel bad at all becasue I belived that I had come in
with the most practical weapons - fists. Unlike other weapons that are large or uncomfortable to keep on your body at all time, your fists are something you always have, and learning to fight with to fight with what you have is one of the fist rules in karate.
I was quickly ushered in a locker room of sorts, one with raked sand on the ground felt way too soft to be sand. We changed into your robes and were given special wooden sandals to walk in. As i was exiting the locker room my dad pulled me aside and
wished me good luck. He gave me, what in his mind, an inspirational speech but it only succeeded in bring about the nerves that I had forgotten about.
Of course, with my luck I ended up being second in line to go. So i prepared myself mental to go and show them 300 or so people what I had against a complete stranger in my first competition. The boy going first seemed to be a regular at these events
because people knew his name and he walked up with a swagger like he had nothing to lose. He wasn't that impressive, I was a head taller and, by the looks of it, a lot more fit. He was small and plump but man could he move. He pulled out nunchucks from
nowhere and started twirling around like a crazed monkey. It was the most ferocious and disciplined routine i had every called my name and i immediately looked to my dad. His smile was gone as if he was thinking the same as me. How could i ever follow that
act. I went to the middle took a deep breath and choked. I forgot how the my routine started, I stood in the middle for what seemed like an but no one seemed to care. It only seemed to add to the anticipation, so i did the only thing i could think of. I rattled off three
backflips and then twisted into a double round house after which i landed on one knee. I stayed like that for another solid 30 seconds to think of my next moves and proceeded to improvise a set of moves that I had bring practicing based on my childhood superheroe Robin.
After my routine I walked back to the benches in shame, not only had forgotten my sequence but I had also tripped up on my landings. I waited for my usual lecture when I was handed my bronze medal but instead I got a hug from my dad. I had rarely ever
gotten those from him. And so when he told me he was proud I burst out into tears of joy. It was the first time I had ever heard him say that. I was confused still, I looked at him and he must have known because he said, "You went out there overcame your nerves and put
on a hell of show and that's all that matters to me!"