[ WP ] You find an old object of yours in the back of the closet . Tell us about a single memory that slams into your brain when you see the object .

Finally my room was clean. All that was left of the hideous mess was my old gym bag. Tucked beneath a stack of old books. It kicked out a cloud of dust as I pulled it over to my bed, small and cold it had just enough room for my when I slept just like the room itself. Old boxing gloves and shin pads lay stacked on top of an old Gi frayed and grayed from years of use. It had served me well as an outfit even when I neglected it. Taking them out of the bag I threw them on the bed comteplating what to do with them weather to throw them away or keep them for old times sake. Lastly my eyes fell on a belt not quite black as it was ment to be but in my memory it was black dark and full of pride. 
 
 Breath. Breath and you'll get through this. The thought repeated in my head like a drum. Breath. My eyes shot open as my mind wandered and my guard dropped. The fist that came toward me was covered in white as it filled my vision. My hands shot upward to rectify my mistake but it was too late. Me face snapped back as I threw a punch of my own. I had to push him back before he followed up. My fist flew through empty air. My oppenent was no longer there. I spun around looking to find where he had gone. To my right was empty. Rolling toward my right I desperatly tried to form a plan. Carrying myself forward with my momentum I rose back to my feet facing what had previously behind me. My opponent crept forward raised on the ball off his tose poised like a predator. Raggadly I breathed out. This was it all or nothing I win here or. The other was unthinkable. My arms raised high to my face I shot my left hand out. Striking lightly against his guard. My right followed as if to follow through. His hands tight to his face my faint drew his hands in together shielding his eyes tightly. As my right leg thrust forward it landed right In the middle of his unprotected chest. 
 Falling backwards my sensai landed on his back as I stepped forward to finish the job with raised hands he called me off. 
 
'Congradulations. You passed your grading'
