When I was in Jr. High I bought a book on Jujutsu. Every day for weeks after, a friend and I would stop by a local graveyard and try out things we found in the book.
One day one of the school bullies -- an older, bigger kid -- started pushing me around the locker room after gym class. I told him to stop, but he came at me anyway, so I grabbed his arm and threw him over my hip. He looked up at me from the ground in shock, but soon regained his composure, jumped up, and came at me again. As he did, I grabbed his arm and made an even more impressive throw over my shoulder. He got up and came at me a third time, and once again, I grabbed his arm and threw him over my hip. About that time, someone hollered out that the coach was coming. I was glad. By that point I had already demonstrated all the tricks I knew, and one of them twice!
