Being the youngest of three girls all close in age, there were, as is common among siblings - many fights. The middle one was more fun, frequent and generally fair, whereas fights with big sis were more difficult because she knew and could see how I enjoyed fighting with middle sister and was not into fighting at all, at the earliest opportunity, she would claw my face with her nails and she always kept her nails sharp. It was something I thought should be disallowed in a fight so I would go running to my parents with bloody gashes across my face and my big sister would get a good telling off. I did get some revenge later, although its not about revenge, more, what goes around comes around, and I do and always did love my big sis dearly.
Middle sister was a good fighter, very imaginative, as we got bigger and became teenagers, I was getting physically much bigger than her and so she had to think of clever ways to fight me ( as I was often wanting to scrap) . She did it beautifully, one day she trapped my head behind her back somehow and squeezed it for ages and she would not budge, I was trapped and after that I called it a day fighting with her.
Around that time I had met a couple of lads at our pub and through some school friends. They were both big and broad ( for 16 and 17 year olds), they were six foot three and six foot four; we all got on really well and before long we were enjoying numerous drunken scraps ( play fights), I really loved it and so did they, they told me that they were holding back and letting me scrap them a lot of the time, they also used to say to me that I didn't know my own strength.
One day, while indoors at home, I was play fighting or something like that with big sis, and I felt this serge of energy and what felt like foreign chemicals in my body, I realised I had picked up my sister and was going to throw her, so I quickly looked about the room and saw Mum and Dad's bed so I threw her on that from across the room, she fell off it onto the floor, and her face was a picture, I still laugh as I remember the look of shock to this day, so, big sis that was for scratching my face when I was a kid!
I never met anyone who would fight with me like those two fellas from back in the day, all my subsequent male friends have pretty much refused to spa for a jest, I'm not sure why.
My last partner very much enjoyed a good fight ( but not play fighting with me unfortunately), but as a compromise he decided to teach me how to give a good and accurate punch on the chin which he assured me would make the other go down, I practised what he taught me, not on anyone but on his hand, he encouraged me to not hold back and give as full a punch onto his hand as I could. He felt it and then remarked that he thought it was KO, I don't think he was making it up. Anyway I have been taught to how to give a good punch although I am yet to use it on anyone.
Just recently I have taken up martial arts, I went to tai chi and really loved it. Our teacher said we could improvise and gave us some basic moves and theory, I developed this into 'singing tai chi' and would repeat certain parts of songs I knew almost in a chanting fashion. Unfortunately it was a short-lived episode due to lack of places to practice. The martial art closest to my heart though is Jujitsu, I think this is the one that would come most naturally to me, it remains at this stage an ambition, but one that will be fulfilled one day with any luck.
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