En Garde
She thrust a long thin weapon at me and lunged, aiming for my chest. I freaked, my instincts took over, and I attempted to protect myself: I turned my back and ran, covering my head.Then I heard laughs ? a lot of them ? coming from the sidelines."We're laughing with you," onlooking women fencers called out.Sure.I can't profess that I've ever had a hidden desire to fence; we don't live in a culture in which little kids grow up wanting to be fencing stars.