There’s something so harmless about the look of children’s scissors.
I liked the bright primary red they used to come in. They looked like little red bows or scrambling butterflies.
The teacher always stood at the front of the class telling you all the dangers of scissors before handing them to you…
When I first got my hands on them I remember placing my flattened palm into the tiny jaws of the red butterfly scissors and squeezing down hard. I didn’t understand what the teacher was on about. (The yellow and green pairs were the left-handed ones. There were always less of them)