I’m new to this forum and am curious about our first whip and what adventures we’ve had with our whips.
My first whip:
When I was in fourth grade (Catholic School in New York) my parents took me to a Spanish Rodeo at Madison Square Garden. On the way out through the passages I heard what sounded like gunshots. Being a big fan of firearms even before this age, I rushed towards the sounds with my parents behind me and arrived to find an old man cracking a leather whip and with a bunch of coiled up whips around his other arm. I fell in love (with the whips!
). My parents bought me one of the whips (not too pc today aye!) and I spent many hours learning to use it, with many painful hits to the mouth and one to the eye that reminded me of what goggles are for. I nailed myself so hard across the lips once that I had a welt for days!!!
My first whip adventure.
It wasn’t long after I learned to use my new whip that the first opportunity to use it came along. I was still in the fourth grade.
There was this kid, can’t remember his name but he was a real jerk, always bugging people, taking things, etc. One day my father and mother came to pick me up in their huge four-door Buick with my cousin Ana sitting in the back seat, passenger side. I got in behind my dad and, hearing my cousin scream, saw that kid take her Barbie doll through the open window and run off with it. My cousin screamed and I looked down at my whip coiled neatly under my dad’s seat.
I reached for the whip and was out of the door, chasing the kid. I can remember hearing my dad yelling at me to stop. I didn’t. In a few moments I was a few feet behind him and that’s when I did it: I let the whip drop back and snapped it forward. I wasn’t good enough to do this on purpose, but it turned out looking like I was an expert. The whip popped and coiled around the kid’s neck as I stopped, jerking him to a stop. I was shocked but didn’t show it. He dropped the doll and pulled the whip from around his neck, crying. I coiled the whip back up, picked up the doll, and walked back, feeling like a hero. My dad scolded me a little, and I found out years later that he actually thought it was a neat event. The kid never bothered me again. My cousin and I still remember that day sometimes.
Back then my inspiration for using a whip became Zorro. When I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark I just went nuts!
that was a great story! 
honest and that’s all I’ll say about that! 
The lighting wasn't the greatest and all I could see was the cherry on the end of the cigarette.
