I'm left handed but I cannot cut/use a scissor with my left hand at all. One day in first grade I put the scissor in my right hand I have been cutting right handed ever since. My teachers in kindy/first grade thought I was a bit special.
I played donkey polo in Mexico.
Uh, what is that?
We played "polo" while riding on donkeys using a soccer ball and brooms. It was hilarious. I scored a goal!
At the warped tour, when I was 17, I wore 2 well placed yoo-hoo stickers for some free stuff.
I was really upset I wasn't picked to be drum major of my marching band. Like it really bugged me and still kind of does. What do I really suck at rhythm or something, cuz I don't. Just like I got snubbed from the Pom-pom team. Ughhh, only awarded Best Insturmentalist or something along those lines my senior year. But at least that carried a small scholarship.