When my brother was watching Bruce Lee on TV, I would make a yucky face, tease him, then hide around the corner and watch - what really fascinated me was that he could fight off anyone.
I've been attacked 5 times in my life, 4 of those by people I knew. The most recent was by my now ex-husband who was a Kenpo 4th degree at the time - I thought he was going to kill me and I knew he would know how to do so. So I moved 1,000 miles away and started looking...didn't find a dojo that felt right until I joined a fitness center and found my current teacher teaching Hwarang Do. I had never heard of it, of course...but I am extremely lucky to have learned what I have.
And since that time, my brother and I embraced and he immediately tried to throw me (we've never gotten along). I just took the slack out of his wrist, used neck pressure points and dropped my center...he went down instead.
It sucks when your family is your enemy, but now my martial arts class is my family.