I spent last night watching the first Karate Kid movie. I hadn't seen it in over fifteen years so it was a nostalgic look back at one of the cult movies from my generation.
It became a classic movie to watch back in the early eighties. I would say ninety-five percent of my school had seen it.
One of the most memorable things I can remember from my childhood is how I tried to do the crane move whilst in a school fight. I perfected the stance that Daniel did before he executed the move with my left foot balancedd in the air awaiting to jump up and kick my foe in the face with my other foot.
Somewhere in the jump I made a mistake and I landed in a heap on the floor. The whole playground which that had crowded around us were in fits of laughter as I lay sprawled on the floor.
Losing the fight was - at that moment - an embarassing experience. I remember picking myself back up and headng towards the school hall for assembly. I was nusing a sore thumb and showed this girl who was a year older than me but in the same classroom as I and she told me it was a 'black man's pinch'.
I would love to end this remiscence by saying I eventually won the girl and got my revenge on the person who beat me up but that kind of thing only happens in Hollywood.