I started boxing at The age of ten,
There were kids boxing against what looked like Men. tiger 🐅 was my nickname after My first fight,, my dad was my coach we became kinda tight.we'd train every day sometimes at other clubs, we would spar with the best kids sometimes with the scrubs. then came the weekend is when there were fights, we weighed in Saturday morning matchups were later that night. staying in Albuquerque or traveling out of town,boxing 🥊 a friend or foe earning that crown 👑. I myself experienced about 4 years of competitive action, winning mostly,losing was only a fraction. had several fights starting at ten years of age,my name was usually on the program or somewhere on the Page. at 13 years old in Arizona i entered a three day national boxing tournament, fought four boys in 3 days winning all 4 I was fortunate. Mom was my biggest supporter and biggest fan, when I fought I fought with I can. seeing her ringside cheering 📣 and screaming,rather I won or Lost she was always beaming.even while she was very very sick, I was always moms favorite pick. she passed away early in my teens, I lost interest in boxing thought life was mean. I only wanted to fight and not willing to train, I begin to lose not thinking with my brain. I retired about a Year later with nothing in my tank, I want to give Mom and dad All the thanks 💞👍🏽.
Johnny p Chavez
6/26/22
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- Published: July 26th, 2022 12:48
- Comment from author about the poem: I was a amateur boxer for about 4/5 years starting at ten years of age
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Aww, I loved your poem, was nice to hear about your boxing days but so sorry about your mom. Great Job
Thanks 🙏 once again Miss Raven 333
And once again you are very welcome!!
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