My niece is in town visiting from England. She is one of five children, all are girls, and each and every one of them is completely different from the one before. Five children, all raised in the same home by the same two parents, yet five totally different personalities with totally different views on politics, religion, love, and life. How can five children raised under the same influence be so totally different? My sister and I are twins separated at birth by an undisclosed number of years. We would tell you but then . . . We are now asking "the girls" to lie about their age. They are now the age we say we are. She jokes that the first two are from her husband's first marriage . . . She and I are in deep denial. When did we turn the age of our parents? Whatever happened to don't trust anyone over thirty? When did we even turn thirty? She and I were raised by the same set of parents and assorted relatives, and somehow we have managed to turn out so
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards." Soren Kierkegaard