I once took a silly quiz that was supposed to reveal your martial arts age and style. It said that I was a six year-old ninja. I was pretty happy with those results, because I would love to be a ninja! Unfortunately I can’t technically be one, because I don’t train ninjitsu, and I would probably make a terrible ninja, because I’m not very stealthy. I do, however, love to wear black.
As for the six year-old part, yeah, that’s about right. Sometimes I’m afraid I drive my instructors crazy because I’m always asking “Why? Why? Why?” I can’t help it, to really understand what I’m doing I feel like I need to know why I’m doing it. Sometimes they even respond as frustrated parents of a six year-old would “Because I said so, that’s why!” Hai Sensei!
Also, most people of rank in Jiu-Jitsu class can submit me as if I was six. Even when I attempt to ninja up on them, they just pat me on the head and say “Nice try, pumpkin.” In Karate, they like to put their hand against my forehead and laugh at me while I feverishly punch and kick at them, but can’t reach. Then I go home and cry about how the big kids are picking on me.
The life of a six year-old wanna-be ninja is not for the faint of heart. It’s not just all recess and assassinating! You have to work hard and study, behave in class and follow the rules. It’s all worth it, though, because every once in awhile I actually defeat the big kids, and then I get to go home and make up a song about how awesome I am…
I’m really looking forward to the future of my martial arts training. The way I see it, in about ten years I will be a teenage ninja, and if the big kids think I’m a handful now, they have no idea what’s in store for them. Cowabunga!