A cute little story-or- How I learned right from left
When I was six I was in a play called Annie. (you might of heard of it : ])
We were rehearsing a dance routine and our choreographer (who now that I think back was probably frustrated and being sarcastic) asked
"OK. Who doesn't know there right from there left?"
I gazed around at the slightly embarrassed girls then raised my hand.
Slightly taken back she said
"You don't Emma?"
I shook my head.
"Well, which hand do you write with?"
I raised my right hand and said
"This one."
"Oh. Well that's your right hand."
"Oh."
Then we started dancing again.
Comments
I love this story! And nicely told too.
Posted by: ironic1 | September 14, 2007 8:18 AM