I remember our first dojo—it was less than a thousand square feet! No, wait, let’s go back even further in my memory. Our first “dojo” was actually a small two-bedroom apartment. We converted one 10×12 room into a makeshift training space. It had holes in the walls from Sensei kicking people into them, and the neighbors would call the police every Tuesday and Thursday night because of the noise. Sensei scared a lot of people back then. Funny enough, three of the policemen who responded to the noise complaints ended up becoming students! Later, we moved to a tiny spot in a strip center. I remember a huge square stilt
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