When I was young I lived on a old dirt road called nowhere. There was a house for sale next door and when I was around the age of seven a malasian women moved in next door. She was cute and young,very fit looking.
I would sit outside on my fence and see her in black and gold pajamas. She would jump around and punch in the air, then flip around and act like someone was trying to hit her.
One day I had asked her "why do you jump around in your backyard." And she answered me with a thick accent " i am taught in the art of Silat."
After a year of visiting with her and watching her my mother had asked her what she was doing and what silat was. Then the malasian women became my master. She took me to the woods near a waterfall and she would train me, if I had failed to preform a move or form correctly she would strike me without holding back.
I got good over the years and was able to fight my master and I could land a strike or two but she would come out on top.
My body and mind were molded well. I saw my future, I had planned to help the world and its people but what should I do be a cop, and help my city be crime free, or be a teacher and pass the knowlege of my Art down to others wishing to learn it.
No a soldier, that was my true calling.
