Sometimes at meals, Dad and Mum would give me a pencil and paper to keep me occupied. I love to scribble. Dad realised that I could hold the pencil correctly, Mum was surprised too. She didn't recall teaching me how to hold a pencil right. It was in school perhaps.
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| Scribbling on the paper |
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| Nicely positioned pencil between my fingers |
Daddy tried giving the pencil to my left hand, I couldn't hold it well on my left. That concludes me being a right-hander. Different from you, Daddy.
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