When I was 10, I entered my first ever fencing competition, with some of the best fencers competing from all over the West Midlands. I fought really hard, and came third. I was so proud of myself, because I'd only been fencing a year, and everyone was older than me and had more experience. Oh, and all the other fencing competitions I entered, I always came second. That made me feel pretty sweet. And when I got told I was really strong and determined, after having about 9 people try to flip me on my back, and I made it to the other side of the room with them...