April 2: The Karate Kid
My grandma once gave me this book on karate. It was filled with
pictures on how to do various kicks, punches, and blocks. My friend Matt
and I read it and, when we were done, fancied ourselves black belts. We
spent many an afternoon sparring in his bedroom.
Of course, one can't learn the Martial Arts from a book. It is something that must be taught in a classroom.
Later, I was delighted to learn that books could teach you how to do magic tricks.
My first love:
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I didn't see the first Karate Kid in theatres. The reason I didn't see it was that everyone else was wanting to see it. That meant that I could not allow myself to watch it. I had to be non-conformist by nature.
To this day, I still haven't seen any of the Back to the Future movies.
Or Titanic.
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I did see Karate Kid Part 2 in the theatre. I went with Matt and his family. This was around the time I noticed that my eyesight was deteriorating. I asked the others if they would be offended if I moved closer to the screen. They told me to go ahead.
I moved about 10 rows forward. About five minutes later, a pretty teenaged girl sat down beside me. "Is your name Doug?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Oh," she said, embarrassed. "Sorry."
She left.
Later, Matt's dad asked me why I didn't tell her I was Doug.
"You could have watched a movie with a pretty girl," she said.
Yes. I could have. But my teenaged self said that Doug could have also stolen her purse.
Pessimism sucks.
Of course, one can't learn the Martial Arts from a book. It is something that must be taught in a classroom.
Later, I was delighted to learn that books could teach you how to do magic tricks.
My first love:
*
I didn't see the first Karate Kid in theatres. The reason I didn't see it was that everyone else was wanting to see it. That meant that I could not allow myself to watch it. I had to be non-conformist by nature.
To this day, I still haven't seen any of the Back to the Future movies.
Or Titanic.
*
I did see Karate Kid Part 2 in the theatre. I went with Matt and his family. This was around the time I noticed that my eyesight was deteriorating. I asked the others if they would be offended if I moved closer to the screen. They told me to go ahead.
I moved about 10 rows forward. About five minutes later, a pretty teenaged girl sat down beside me. "Is your name Doug?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Oh," she said, embarrassed. "Sorry."
She left.
Later, Matt's dad asked me why I didn't tell her I was Doug.
"You could have watched a movie with a pretty girl," she said.
Yes. I could have. But my teenaged self said that Doug could have also stolen her purse.
Pessimism sucks.
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