When I was a young child, people always used to squabble over whether I was more like my mother or my father. Some people swore that not only was the physical resemblance to my mother similar, but our personalities were eerily identical. Others argued that my father and I were carbon copies of each other, right down to our Scorpio wit. Then later in life I found myself assimilated more and more to my best …showed first 75 words of 532 total…

…showed last 75 words of 532 total…the reason that although we grew up in the same environment, my sister fails to possess this quality; it just wasn’t in her genetic blueprints. Perhaps the nature-nurture issue will never be totally resolved, but in my opinion there’s no urgent need to find a concrete answer. As far as I can tell, a child is almost always made up of a balance of their own experiences and their parent’s genetic makeup.