When I was about 8 my Dad bought me kid sized Boxing gloves. I never had a bag though. I would just hit my dad’s hands. It lasted about 3 years. A fond memory is watching boxing with my Dad, it was truly the only sport I was into. I suppose it was a bonding moment between us that I cherish to this day. Proving he wasn’t a total asshole. Took me nearly 43 years later to buy myself a bag. Punching and dancing ( the occasional kick) around this bag for 30 minutes was one hell of cardio workout.