I was five years old, a little crazy kid that always caused trouble. My father thought I needed discipline, and brought me to my first karate class. It was the beginning of something that I looked forward to every other day of the week. The first couple of classes weren't too exciting; it was about learning my first form. It consisted of only punches, until I formed a little bit of a stretch to kick. The next week I had my first friendly fight in class. I was a little nervous but once the teacher gave me the signal to fight, I attacked ....