I'm a trained martial artist. My parents were both martial artists.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up doing martial arts, and I'm a second-degree black belt.
I did martial arts and karate for eight years when I was growing up.
My father was one of the first Tae Kwon Do Masters to come to the states in the '60s. He had one of the first all-African-American fighting teams, and I was basically raised in a karate studio since I was 3. It's part of my blood, competing, and all that stuff was responsible for a lot of me just growing up.
I've been learning martial arts since I was 8 years old.
I started my own martial arts school at 16. And by the time I was 21, I had three different schools.
When I was ten years old, my dad and brother did judo, so I went along because I felt like I was missing out. They eventually gave up, and I continued, then moved into Tae Kwon Do, kickboxing and various other martial arts. I did lots of different things, but mostly things like Wushu, Jeet Kune Do, Krav Maga and stuff like that.
I've done a lot of training in martial arts. I started out in warring tempo, I did sports jujitsu, and I've also practiced extreme martial arts.
When I was nine, my father said 'You can take piano lessons or do karate' - I had a black belt and was competing before I was 19.
I got into Taekwondo when I was nine, and I started training Muay Thai and Brazilian Jujitsu later in life.
A large part of my life revolves around my dad. Sometimes, I even feel a strong sense of connection, something very tangible when I learn something new in the martial arts.
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