“A Kickin’ Karate Class”
“Come on!” My neighbor, Landon, whined as he grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside. The place was AKF Lexington Martial Arts, and he was bringing me for the first time.
I looked around, and saw a bunch of people in white uniforms with different colored belts around their waists. Some people had solid yellow belts, some had white with a yellow stripe in the middle, and some had just plain white. There was a giant blue mat with black dots on it, a rack with shoes on it in the corner, a water dispenser, and chairs and benches lined along the walls. Landon took his shoes off, put them on the rack, bowed in front of the mat, then stepped on to find a dot. I saw him go to the teacher to introduce me, and motioned for me to come. I slipped my shoes off, bowed, and stepped on the mat.
The whole thing was amazing. Once I stepped on the mat and found a dot next to Landon, the teacher began. It turns out his name was Mr. Joe. He wore a red uniform with karate patches on it, and he was very happy that Landon had brought a friend. He told us to stand up and get in a front stance. Everyone put their right legs back and held their hands in front of their faces in fists, so I did too. Mr. Joe told us to kick with our back legs, so we did. He told me I kicked so awesome, and once he said that, I knew I’d never want to leave.
After we had kicked, punched, and rolled back all ten times, Mr. Joe stopped. He told us to line up side-by-side by rank. Yellow belts first, yellow stripes, then white belts, then me. We all shook hands and he told us that we were dismissed. I ran off the mat, and said to Landon before we left, “Thank you for bringing me! I loved it!” And then, we walked back to the car.
I learned that even if you’re afraid to do something, at least try it out. You never know when it might become something that you LOVE.
-By Ava, age 9