i have to literally say "what way do you read a book" either mentally or out loud whenever someone says left/right. I struggled with it as a kid but i liked books, so the way my mom got me to remember was "which way do you read a book? from Left to Right" (side note: maybe thats why i never got in to reading Manga as a kid. its read from Right to Left and it throws me off)
Imagine my mind studying Hebrew. As a child, I remembered left and right because my small pox vaccination scar was on my left arm. After the disease was eradicated from the world, I wondered how struggling left-right impaired children would ever keep left firmly marked on their bodies.
every time the bank teller asks me for my mother’s maiden name I can never think of the answer at first. It’s ironic since her maiden name is my middle name, but that doesn’t seem to help.
I didn't learn that method until my children were in grade school. I'm so right-left impaired that I'd probably say, "Okay, there's the L, but where in the H-E- double L is the R?"
I started school in the tail end of the era when they punished you for being left handed. Use your left hand and get smacked across the knuckles with a ruler is a pretty good reminder of which is which. Rebel that I am, I still have some lefty tendencies.
I did not know until recently that two of the Beatles were left handed. Paul McCartney was obvious, but Ringo had gone through a similar experience to yours.
I don’t know if they ever did it like that in the UK, but in the 70s, and the Chicago public school system…. Being left handed was aggressively discouraged.
Over here I don’t remember it ever going beyond lefties being the ‘spawn of the devil’. I think it was probably frowned upon, in as much as teachers saying things like “Why don’t you just try writing with your right hand, you’ll find it easier...” Beggers belief, really.
I was in grade school in the 70's in the US (southern end of Illinois, far from Chicago), and there were a few left-handed desks in just about every classroom.
I hate the word "trope." Really hate it. Makes me clench my teeth when I hear or see it. If it was an allergen, I'd break out in a terrible rash during chance encounters. If it was an insect, I'd hit it with the nearest rolled up magazine. If it was a pedestrian, I'd run it down in a crosswalk without remorse. If it was one of the cardinal's musketeers,
Fun Fact from Froggy: Oranges and other citrus fruits can squirt oil into your eyes, and it's flammable!
I've done this. I was first shown it in 1975. Hold a lighter up to an orange peel and squeeze. Best done outdoors.
Awesome! Although I kind of hate oranges when they do that (even though they are my favourite fruit), mild pain in the eyes and also makes me reconsider peeling it with my bare fingers. Curse you, mother nature!