My father taught me how to fight when I was 5.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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.
My father was both the person who gave me reason to learn how to fight and the one who taught me the basics of fighting. He would tell me that if it was a big fight, it would probably be uneven, it wouldn't be fair.
When I was a kid, I had to fight for everything.
My dad was the way he was, but he also gave me a motto: never say die. Just to keep pushing and pushing, fighting until the end. He put it in my head that you're always going to fight, and you're always going to beat them.
You know, my parents, they raised me to be a fighter.
My father was military, so I traveled a lot, so I had 13 to 15 first days in new schools. Bullies transcend culture, unfortunately, and I had to deal with them wherever I went. I knew how to defend myself. But I didn't know how to fight.
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'm a trained martial artist. My parents were both martial artists.
It took me to be 33 to start to know how to fight.
I was 11 when I started boxing. My brother was fighting before I did, and he got me into it.