Mom said that when I was a child, I just knew that when I was holding things with my hands, I would stretch my left hand. Later, I became bigger and used my left hand to learn to eat with chopsticks. Later, I became bigger and played pockets with my friends, and played games with my left hand. Later, I became bigger, holding sickles, scissors, kitchen knives, shovels... No matter what you take or what you do, I would use my left hand. To me, the right hand seemed to be born as a decoration and matching, but it was just a use to assist the left hand. At first, my mother tried to correct me and asked me to use my right hand instead. My father said: Let her! There is no need to let her change it. This is inherited by our ancestors of the Li family. One generation is a left-handed person, and this generation has been passed on to Eryatou (Dad always calls me Eryatou). My mother also acquiesced. Later, my father told me that from my great-grandfather's generation, my great-grandfather was left-handed, and from my grandfather's generation, my fourth aunt was left-handed, and from our generation, it was my turn. The ancestors inherited their inheritance and inherited the lineage, and I was the lucky one. From then on, I no longer feel inferior because I am left-handed. My friends joked about me, saying that I am different from them, and calling me "left-handed". I am no longer angry, but instead feel proud, because I am the lucky one of my generation and the inheritor of our old Li family!
When I was in elementary school and started to learn to write, I habitually picked up the pencil with my left hand. But the teacher found out that the teacher's teaching stick fell on my left hand: Use your right hand! After several days of awkwardness, I finally learned to write with my right hand. Since then, I have been able to do things with my right hand for the first time since I was born.
In addition to writing, I also do another thing with my right hand: knitting a sweater. My sister is seven years older than me. When I was fifteen or sixteen, I learned to knit sweaters. At that time, my father's sweaters, trousers, and woolen waistcoats were knitted by my sister. Seeing my sister holding a sweater needle in her hand, she twirled her fingers and twisted them up and down skillfully. The long wool became a circle of beautiful patterns. I was fresh and curious. When my sister was away, I secretly picked up the needle and knitted it like my sister. But I didn't know that the coil knitted with my left hand was the opposite direction of the knitted with my right hand. As a result, I was scolded by my sister, but I was a pig - remember to eat or beat it! I knitted secretly several times, and was scolded by my sister several times. Later, because I didn’t want to be scolded by my sister again, I decided to learn how to knit sweaters, so I learned to knit with my right hand.
Now, our next generation has a next generation. Among our next generation, my elder brother's nephew is left-handed, and my nephew's next generation has been passed down to his son. From my great-grandfather's generation to my nephew's son's generation, it has been passed down for six generations, and there is only one left-handed in the generation. I have to admire the fact that our Li family's genetic gene is so powerful! And I am very lucky to be one of the inheritors!
