Learning to Fall: The Beginning of My Judo Journey I still remember my first day on the tatami. I walked into the dojo, not knowing what to expect. The room was full of young children—toddlers, really—laughing and gleefully throwing each other around. Watching them tumble and roll with such carefree joy was both hilarious and oddly mesmerizing. Among the other first-timers, I met our sensei for the first time. He kindly lent us Judo Gis and patiently taught us how to wear them properly: left si...