KnittyNorah
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- Location
- The Frozen North (of England)
At junior school I regularly got a slap round the back of the head, had the pen or pencil taken from my left hand and told to use my right one. Think my mum went ballistic on the school and then they left me alone.
That was something my parents kept a very close eye on with me as a little 'un, because like my dad and his siblings, and his dad, I am ambidextrous. My dad and one of his brothers got regularly walloped at school because they were left-favouring, his sister and his other brother were more evenly-balanced so found it easy to comply with 'the roolz'.
I was, fortunately, fairly evenly-balanced for most things so no problems arose as my parents encouraged me to paint, draw, scribble, play etc with my right hand and by the time I went to school, using my right hand for a pencil or crayon was an ingrained habit. It wasn't until I went to grammar school and was introduced to hockey and lacrosse that the left-hand/right-hand problem reared its ugly head and by then I was sufficiently obstreperous to talk back to the games teachers.