My dad actually taught me to box when I was, like, nine years old, because I got picked on at school all of the time. I was on a boys' hockey team, so I would get all of my aggression out there.
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When I was a child, my father taught me to put up my fists like a boy and to be prepared to defend myself at all times.
I love to box. I once took a kickboxing class in college and got totally hooked.
My father taught me how to fight when I was 5.
I grew up as a boy with aggression.
I actually study boxing - my dad was a Golden Gloves champion so I learned how to fight at a very young age. Growing up in Brooklyn you always had to watch your back, so I pretty much learned to protect myself.
My mom didn't let me play tackle until I was in high school. She didn't want me to get hurt.
When I was younger and my parents used to always slap my hand if I was picking my nose or if I was running around screaming I was told to shut up.
When I was a little kid I wanted to be an artist or a painter. But once I got into boxing, all I wanted was to box.
I've always boxed, I always taught boxing.
My father got me involved in the game when I was four years old.