On my training day for I step in ring to spar my uncle. As we touched gloves we prepared to fight. The timer started straight away. I used my favourite combination in the first round. He punched me and I was going to drop tears on the ring but instead I just kept going and I said to myself never give never give never up.
As we were sparring I felt there were butterflies in stomach. So when my uncle tried to punch me I weaved the pouch and then I hit his body 2 times he felt tired. So I hooked his left and his hand was down I hooked him across the face as I chopped(kick to the shinn) him. As he slowly fell down he said “I don't want to spar” because he was too tired he couldn’t walk.
When we were finished sparring I felt like the happiest boy because my uncle's heart was torn apart. He told himself ‘how could I let my nephew knock me down to the ground?’.Then his trainer said “you have to work a little bit harder on your technique”.
Hi Kira, I love the way you have described the butterflies in your stomach as you stepped into the ring. It does take a lot of bravery to do something even though you are feeling nervous. It is so great to see you enjoying writing and sharing your work with others. Keep it up.
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