I remembered once when I was a boy I also practiced the mysterious martial art of taekwondo. I had no idea what it was, but I knew about Kung Fu from the movies, so on my first day I showed up and Master Kim asked me to show him what I could do. I proceeded to violently thrash about punching kicking jumping spinning in the air. I was very pleased with myself. He looked at me and said very good I think I can work with this one. Over the next year I broke boards, and records. I was a protege. I could have been one of the best. But only one belt before black belt, at navy blue, I entered middle school and found more interest in girls. So I quit.

True story.