When I headed to the big school, I remember looking forward to music lessons. One of my older brothers is a talented guitar player, and is also a leftie.
For the first music lesson, he gave me his very first guitar. I was really happy.
As the lesson started, I tried desperately to create the chords that the teacher had drawn on the board. Everyone else in the class made sort of the same sound. Me? nowhere near. This went on for a short while until the teacher asked me why I had the guitar the wrong way round. Once I pointed out that I was left-handed, she promptly informed me that I either get the guitar re-strung right-handed and learn to play that way, or not learn at all.
Now this is nothing compared to some stories I know, but hey...I could have been a guitar god!