My dramatic writing class had us do a thing where we thought of the experiences one of our hands have had. And so, here is mine, i liked it.

I am a hand, the left hand. I have been delved into spaghetti and baby food, mud pies and we sand boxes. I have had fights with dog food can lids and too sharp knives, and lost.  I have held rings of lovers, freinds and personal interest.  I have a bugbite. My skin is in need of lotion. I have touched too hot lamps, a dead freind's face while he lady in his casket. I have held down flats while my partner drilled. I carry a handmade bracelet from a true freind (and love interest). I have wiped salty tears away, and been useful in scratching backs. I have held an IV and had blood drawn out of me. I am important. I am the left hand.