What is handwriting?
There is manuscript and cursive, and we all know what we think about that.
This skill with either one lets us sign our names known as our signature even though there is what is known as a computer electronic signature.
Handwriting is in a way an art form and not just in calligraphy styles. We all have our own style.
Whether we are 'lefties' or 'righties' we learned how to do the curves and loops or the lines necessary.
This is a way of communicating quietly our thoughts and understandings of what we learned.
Where could we be if we had not learned how to write?
About the Creator
Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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