tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14664095.post114839170801158026..comments2019-12-18T20:43:04.061-05:00Comments on Flavor of the Month: A True Story: Why My Brain Works Like It DoesClaire Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10772846937495834349noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14664095.post-1148596902070035582006-05-25T18:41:00.000-04:002006-05-25T18:41:00.000-04:00As a militant southpaw (ask Sr. CG), I didn't know...As a militant southpaw (ask Sr. CG), I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I've heard may horror stories, but yours takes the cake.I was fortunate that my father, another southpaw, saw to it that no teacher messed with my choice of hands, and that I had all the proper tools that he could find. Yet, I believe that you are right. Since we have to live in a right-handed world, we learn to use both hands and both sides of the brain more than the majority. That makes us better at adapting to all kinds of situations.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14664095.post-1148448126487944412006-05-24T01:22:00.000-04:002006-05-24T01:22:00.000-04:00My uncle was born left handed and they forced him ...My uncle was born left handed and they forced him to write right handed. He stuttered all his life. I do a lot of things left handed, like ironing, for one.Pilot Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04837729230556423683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14664095.post-1148404881030157332006-05-23T13:21:00.000-04:002006-05-23T13:21:00.000-04:00Jules, thats just terrible - :)CJ, any chance of a...Jules, thats just terrible - :)<BR/><BR/>CJ, any chance of any pics of you on a motorcycle?dangermamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05041748803712674499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14664095.post-1148402456406510292006-05-23T12:40:00.000-04:002006-05-23T12:40:00.000-04:00Okay, CJ, I'm coming clean here on your blog.There...Okay, CJ, I'm coming clean here on your blog.<BR/><BR/>There were six of us in my family - two boys, two girls, and two parents. D. was the last kid born and all the boys at that point were right handed and all the girls were lefties. If D. didn't eat with her left hand, she was going to be a real pain at the dinner table. So...<BR/><BR/>We made her be left handed. :-)<BR/><BR/>It wasn't until years later that she was complaining about how bad her handwriting was compared to mine and moms and we both laughed...sorry kiddo...you're really RIGHT handed but you wouldn't "fit" at the table so we switched your hands. <BR/><BR/>I know I'm going to burn in hell for that but man, it beat bumping elbows at every meal!HeyJuleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440239922316626725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14664095.post-1148395883369674912006-05-23T10:51:00.000-04:002006-05-23T10:51:00.000-04:00and I thought I had it rough! You go girl!and I thought I had it rough! You go girl!kpjarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02425417734069925095noreply@blogger.com