The Wrong Hand
When I was small, I remember hating arts and crafts time if we had to deal with scissors. The plastic grips pinched in all the wrong places. It hurt my hand to cut and cut and cut, feeling the grip cut-cut-cut back into my skin. Every construction paper hand turkey, every craft with stickered paper plates, it always hurt me. I was slower than the others during arts and crafts, mine fell apart because there wasn’t any time to glue. I wrenched my wrist too often trying to cut perfectly along the lines I’d drawn for myself. The lines were set so perfectly -- why was it that I couldn’t match my own design?