I'm left handed like both my mom & dad. When I was 5 I broke my left arm. I was curious about a spider web in the climbing rose wrapped around a trellis my dad had built. I climbed it. It broke and I fell 5 feet to the stone pavement below. The cast on my arm extended from my fingertips up above my elbow. So I went right on using scissors with my right hand! And I still do. My mother told a story that when she threw away junk mail I would go dig it out to look it over. So paper was a theme for me from an early age.