Genetics are a funny thing. This is my dad’s mother. I showed someone the full picture of her, and they asked me why I was wearing such weird clothes. The other picture is me at about the same age she was.
Physically, you can tell I take after my dad’s side of the family. But personality wise, I take after my mom’s side. Her dad used to raise beagles, we have three of them. Her mom loved to grow roses, I have about 40 rose bushes. I can have the PC on, listening to music and reading a book at the same time. My mom said her dad would have two radios, and the tv going at one time because of sports.
Two of my nieces have daughters that look just like them at that age. My brother looks just like my mom’s grandfather. One of my sisters has a personality just like our mom (scary thing).
I resemble my oldest sister. She’s 13 years older than I am, and sometimes people just assumed she was my mom.
Out of six kids, three of us take after our dad, and the other three resemble my mom’s side.
It’s funny to look at pictures, and notice the resemblance among family members. It’s kind of odd how one of my nephews looks like his uncle, not his dad. (No chance of hanky panky going on there) One of my nieces has the double crown in her hair like I do. Two of my siblings are left handed.
It’s kind of fascinating to notice the similarities and the differences among family members. It’s funny how some personality traits run in families. A few of the gay people I’ve talked to say they have multiple family members who are also gay.
I wonder how much of our lives are shaped by genetics, and how much is environment. I might be a completely different person if I had a different body type. Or would I be the same? Twins separated at birth with no contact have shown remarkably similar lives, so you never really know.
Bellaelena 