Way back in the mists of time...
Well, 1990. I was seven years old, and Mum had sent me to karate classes to toughen me up a bit. And I was doing pretty well, having passed my first two gradings with flying colours. Well, I passed anyway. That day our sensei decided to teach us what to do if we were on the floor, and how to deal with any attackers coming your way. Simply put, you were to grab their head with your legs and slam it to the floor. My sparring partner was to be on the floor first, and I was supposed to be the attacker. Did I mention we were training on a hard floor? That fact is quite important.

So in I moved, and saw my partner's legs coming up at me and... woke up in Dad's car wondering why my head felt like the IRA were carrying out urban improvements in my skull and enjoying seeing the pretty colours.

The dojo invested in floor padding a week later.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 30 Jul 2010, 10:02, Reply)