This is a topic that I have been thinking of writing for a while now. I was inspired to finally write it from what was said in class. In todays meeting there was a lot of talk about looking back on where you have came from and where you are going. When I think of looking back, I look back to one of my lowest points in my kung fu, and that is last summer. Last spring I had a lot going on and I had kung fu on the back burner. Once summer came suddenly I was able to go to kung fu. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to. I didn't want to face my classmates because I was ashamed of being gone for so long. My stupid solution was to disappear for longer. That only made it worse, when I thought of kung fu I would start to panic. My parents would drag me to kung fu and I would have a panic attack in the parking lot, so most the time I didn't end up going. I remember the days I still went in everyone was so kind and I made ...