There was nothing anyone could do about it. Some tried. Mrs. Constable, a second grade teacher made an attempt. It failed. Mrs. Morse, a fourth grade teacher also tried unsuccessfully. Nothing could be done. I was born left-handed!
Being odd is not easy. Mrs. Morse told me I'd never be able to write with a fountain pen. You see I write with my left-hand turned upside down. This creates smudges on whatever I have written in the lines above. That doesn't work well when using a fountain pen. Mrs. Morse's comment stayed with me for years. Then, in my college years, I took up the challenge and began to write with a fountain pen and I still do.
Growing up being odd created many problems. Every instrument, tool, and even spiral notebooks are made for right-handed people. I tried to play soft ball. I'd catch the ball, pull off the glove on my left hand and then throw the ball with my left! I soon gave up that sport after much teasing. There is a glove for left-handed people, but I never had one.
When I was forty years old a friend gave me left-handed scissors. For years I found using scissors (right-handed scissors) a real chore and avoided the use of them. I enjoy wood-working, but every table saw, band saw, hand saw, and most other wood-working tools are made for right-handed people. Even automobiles are made for right-handed people, as are lawn mowers, chain saws, weed whackers, etc.
Have you ever seen a right-handed person and a left-handed person paint together? It's hilarious. The right-handed person sets the ladder one way (the right way) and starts in the "right" corner. The left-handed person sets the ladder just the opposite way and starts in an opposite (that is, odd) corner.
So, I'm odd. I've been this way for threescore and ten years. I don't count it a disability. I've managed to survive in this right-hand world. I just wish Mrs. Morse could see me writing with a fountain pen!