An Exception to "The Rule"

About 99.99% of all the left-handed people I know are pretty good with drawing and arts. I guess I'm part of the 0.01% that isn't.  However, I think, like most Southpaws, I did have (or maybe still have) the "raw" talent in me. I think mine was stunted right at the roots.

I remember one significant event that happened decades ago, all the way back to my childhood days of innocence–I drew Pinocchio and a few other figures on a big, stand-alone, plywood divider. As I stood back admiring my "artwork," along came my grandma with a thin, long piece of stick in her hand. That stick went straight to my petite gluteus maximus! Smack went the stick! Boy, did it prick!

Well, that unfortunate event probably ended my budding art career.