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Having just taught four new students the other day I couldn't help but smile. It brought me back many years ago to March 18th 1985 when I took my very first lesson. My memory has faded over the years but the sights even the smell of the dojang are burnt deep into my memory forever, of my first lesson. Since that day I have had many lessons, some were fun some I didn't want to be there, but I stuck with it and 24 years later I'm still learning lessons everyday. I hope one day that all my new students look back 24 years later and remember their first lesson with me as a great one. Remember a Black Belt is just a White Belt that didn't quit even after 24 years.