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Originally Posted by Malleus Dei
Or, perhaps, having a semi-pro baseball player for a father who tells his naturally left-handed son "Goddamn it, you are *not* going to grow up wrong-handed like your uncle," and who then forces you to do everything that he can ever see you doing right-handed, so that you grow up ambidextrous.
It can be fun to be an ambidextrous natural lefty, though. I have actually been able to deliver the famous line from the fight in the Princess Bride ( "I have a secret...I am not right handed") three times, once when actually using a sword.
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Guess I was lucky then. My dad was happy I was a lefty. Guess he knew he had that lefty pitcher.
Anyway, my mother "accidently tried to make me right-handed as a baby one time. Sub-conciously she put the toy I had in my left, in my right. Supposedly, I just look at her stupidly, and put it back in my left. This caused to realize what she had done, and feel guilty. When my dad found out, he fussed about that being wrong to force something like that on a kid. Which was ironic, my dad was usually the one who was making mistakes as a parent, LOL. Like when he took me to softball practice with him. And when he was leaving forgot he brought me. Half way home he remembered at least.
