GPOYW: 3 Ninjas Edition
Apparently I’m only comfortable uploading pictures of myself between the ages of 2 and 10, but this is me in my prime, save for the incredibly large glasses (thanks, mom!). After seeing the movie 3 Ninjas, my brothers and I decided we needed to take karate, and here we are in our early days. I’ve already spoken to my love for that particular motion picture, so I’ll spare you the redundancy.
In the photograph are my brothers, our sensei (top right), the shihan or master instructor of our particular style of karate (center), and sensei Steve (right). Sensei Steve was not our sensei, but one from a sister dojo. Nobody took him seriously, because he was obviously on the Chuck Norris bandwagon even before all the clever one-liners. Plus, the name Sensei Steve just sounds ridiculous.
My little brother believes that since taking this picture, shihan has been fighting the good fight in Afghanistan, waging a one-man war against the terrorists one hammer-fist at a time. I for one believe him.
For the record, in the roughly 18 months that I took karate, I made it all the way to purple belt, which left only brown and the varying degrees of black for me to reach. Point being, I’ve been adequately trained to kick your ass and then feel no guilt about it.