I duno if u guys'll laugh or something, but at 5, I remember "overhead pressing" my bolster which was about 1KG.
Then at 7, I was busy playing "Police and thieves", and when we caught one "thief" we'd beat them up (like pretend la)
At 9, I was climbing coconut and mango trees in my grandma's old house, and falling down deliberately on the doggie kennel just to frighten him (Dog's name was Maximillian, so we call him Maxi).
At 12, I think my brother and I were fighting daily over everything and we'd have our mom chase us with a rotan. (Yes we attempted to hide that rotan, every single time)
At 13, I joined taekwondo and progressed pretty fast. 1 year, 2 double promotions.
At 14, I joined a gang and did nothing but talk trash and arm wrestle and fight. Oh shit, those were the days being chased by a gang yielding parangs and finding sticks to whack ppl back. Damn lotsa blood those days.
At 16 I quit and joined and finished off my taekwondo training, together with a lot of push-ups and multiple training methods.
At 17 I joined a gym, and never went again. I did breakdancing instead. I decided it was fun to do knee drops and spins, and ended up fracturing my right knee cap. Smart!
At 18, I did free running, le parkour and injured my shoulder when I did a backflip (Never recovered)
And 19 and 20, weightlifting.

Man.........what is wrong with me??