I was probably ten or twelve when I saw this awesome show on TV about the martial arts. These people were beyond belief! They could chop boards in half, they did all of these really tricky kicks and hand movements. I was enthralled. Then I noticed one of them taking his opponent down by pushing against his shoulder and kicking the back of his leg at the same time. It was beautiful AND it was something I thought I could do!
I crafted my cunning plan. My Dad was outside shoveling. It was one of those really heavy snows and the road was a mess of gritty slush. I walked out there and I just knew I could take him down! Now rest assured, this was not something that came out of the blue. We were always trying to best each other in something or other.
I gave him fair warning. I told him I’d just seen this cool move on TV. He told me to give it my best shot. That when I executed the move perfectly…in my head. Another part of me became aware that I was sitting in slush! It was like trying to move the unmovable! I retreated to the sound of his laughter with my cold, gritty tail between my legs.