Lynn Scott [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
My kindergarten version of revenge on the
teachers and my father, who insisted I change hands, was to learn to write
upside down and backwards, something I am still quite adept at 45 years on.
Hey, me, too! One rainy afternoon, my mom, with me and my two
As someone who was convinced by the use of a wooden stick to become
righthanded, I still have trouble deciding which hand to use. I wear my
watch on my right hand, not the left, mostly write with my right hand,
although I can use my left hand. My kindergarten version of revenge on the
teachers
Hurrah! Someone else! And Sigmund Freud too! I have to look at my hands to tell which
is left and which is
right. I have no problems knowing directions, just can't put the names to right and
left
Sue
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Well, I know my right from my left.
Although I didn't used to, until I became a gliding instructor . It didn't
take long to sink in once I had to use it in earnest. You sit behind your
pupil in most two-seat training aircraft, so it becomes apparent very
quicckly that most people get it
I confess, I never properly learned my right from my left. While still in
kindergarten, I realized I had a double jointed thumb only on my left
hand, and I learned to click that thumb out of joint to tell which hand
was which. If you give me directions with left and right in them, and
pay close
