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Kung Fu Essay Research Paper As a

Kung Fu Essay, Research Paper As a six year old child, fighting like a Ninja was a necessary step in growing up. Since most of my six year old friends had hit this stage at about the same

Kung Fu Essay, Research Paper

As a six year old child, fighting like a Ninja was a necessary step in growing

up. Since most of my six year old friends had hit this stage at about the same

time as myself, we would fight each other like Ninjas. We would fight almost

every day. At school, at home, on the playground, even on the gymnastic mats

outside the gymnasium, where our story begins. Now after fighting day after day,

we became tired of attacking each other with pretend punching and

kicking. So, because I was the braniac of the group, I suggested we look for

sticks shaped like swords and spears to throw at each other. Oh, and

don`t forget to pick up lots of rocks to use as throwing stars, I

yelled to everyone as we spread out through the large soccer field in search of

our weapons. After a few minutes, we gathered back on the mats for our ultimate

battle. Now we were real fighters, armed with dangerous weapons. We were bad. Hyung-Chai yelled one child, as he smacked another boy in the back

of the head with a stick no thinner than his own arm. A loud Thwack

was heard, followed by more cries and the swinging of weapons. Most children ran

away with mild scrapes but finally the black Ninja (Michael Scott) and I were

all who remained. Now I was pumped, throwing jump kicks and shouting gibberish Ninja words

to intimidate my opponent. No one could catch me. I

was invincible. I was Ki… Thwack.І Stunned yet still conscious, I

lay on my back, paralyzed by the fact that I had been defeated. Then, I tasted

the blood in my mouth. And all went black. I slowly, cautiously, walked towards

the mirror, my arms outstretched, inching my feet across the linoleum floor and

blindly groping for objects that might be hidden inside the darkness of the

small, stuffy room. Suddenly, a strange face appeared in the mirror. But it didn`t

look like me. Sure it had my face, but it had one mutant eye that was glowing

fluorescent purple. I stared at it… and the grotesque eye stared back at me. I

waved to it… and the figure waved back to me. Astonished and scared, I slowly

backed away from the savage face. The evil eye followed me, stared at me,

laughed at me… Alright, that`s enough excitement for today,

Spencer. With a flash, the lights came back on, blinding my eyes and

jolting me back to reality, and safety. іI№m sorry Spencer, but

I`m going to have to put a bandage over that eye of yours, І said Dr. Kosh.

Now remember, the gel on your eye will only last a few hours, so

don`t try to take the bandage off to look at it again. Eye injuries can be

very dangerous, you’re lucky you were not hit harder or you might be blind. O.K. Dr.

Kosh, I said. How long to I have to keep the

bandage on? Only a few days Spencer. Now go outside and

don`t get into anymore fights. I walked out of his office and into

the lobby where my mother was waiting. Together we walked outside into the hot

summer sun.

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