Personal Narrative-Karate Uniforms

I remember the first time I stepped into the dojo, I was a ten year old girl who had no prior knowledge of self defense or fighting techniques. My karate gi, or karate uniform, was wrinkle free and was white just like my mind’s innocence. The white color symbolized a blank canvas that I was prepared to draw on to create my own piece of art; my own masterpiece.
As I opened the door, a wave of air slapped my face. My eyes grew to the size of flying saucers as I scanned the room; I saw punching bags, judo gear, swords, nunchucks! My thought was cut short as a deep, clear voice called out for the next class to start. It was finally time to begin my journey into the world of karate. I timidly approached my sensei and greeted him. He gave out formal greetings and the class began. …show more content…
I realized all the pushups, situps, punches, and kicks I did had made me an active participant. Each day that went by I grew a little bit stronger and more confident. My fists were clenched tighter, my form was cleaner, and my mind was more focused. As my belt tests occur, I took off an old belt to put on my new belt, signifying my growth and the strides I had made to be able to achieve a new title. I felt invincible, like I was the queen of the world. But I learned that feeling wouldn’t last long; nothing gold can