I remember the times, getting up at the crack of dawn, butterflies riddling my stomach with excitement as I travelled in a convoy of cars loaded with youngsters like me just waiting to jump on the mat and show our skilful prowess. Those were indeed good times and I treasure them for what they were. They gave me happiness and a good sense of feeling part of a great family unit. It wasn’t all about the mat/sparring/kata…no, when I look back it was so much more than that… it was my freedom.
Respect to Kevin Brewerton for keeping the arts alive