Personal Narrative : Personal Differences

When I was about 4 years old my parents gave me the news that I was going to have a baby brother. At first I dint know what to think or say mostly because I dint know what the meant. Shortly after my mom gave birth to my little brother Adrian, he is now 10 years old and in the 5th grade.

My family isn’t exactly the perfect American family, most have a: mom, dad, brother, sister, two sets of grandparents, and maybe a few aunts and uncles. Both of my parents work in the medical field and my brother went to school to be a teacher. Growing up with a brother six years older was difficult, since we didn’t share many interests or hobbies. He always played sports and went places with friends. We never were very close growing up.

The resemblance has shortly disappeared as I got older but we still have the same hair and face. My sister looks nothing like us but the only thing that she has in common with my brother and I is probably the eyes. My sister and I have weird moments where we both have the same exact idea or thought in our mind at the same exact moment. My brother, sister and I are all athletic. We love sports a lot. We all love sports because it’s fun and it keeps us healthy. I love sports because the feeling of competitism feels great when it courses through you. My brother and I have the same ego also. When we get tested by our athleticism, we want to prove it by playing the

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

Many people don’t understand how strong a connection between twins or brothers can be, I’m a good example. My sister is two years younger than I, even tho we were always together and my mom also dress us with the exact same thing, we were so close and now we actually try not to talk to each other. When I was in elementary school, I ge into an orchestra to learn how to play

She then told me, “If you're adopted that's when your parents aren't your parents so you guys won’t look alike.”

My grandpa and I were pretty close. We shared the same birthday, February 27th. From the stories I’ve heard, he kept telling my grandma how his granddaughter was born on his birthday. From the first time he held me, he had a connection to me. We called ourselves special friends. My 6th birthday was one of the greatest we ever shared. My whole family came over to celebrate and we had a tremendous time. It was time to cut the cake. When everyone finished singing he told me to blow out the candles. I asked him to blow them out with me but he explained that it was okay, he had enough birthdays by himself, so I could take over blowing out the candles. “No, this will always be our birthday.” I was six years old at that time but that’s the story my family tells me.

My brother is more like my mom in terms of looks and I am said to “look just like my dad”, I definitely do not see the resemblance. Overall, both of my parents are amazing people and I am very fortunate to have both of them by my side to guide me through my stages of life.

I grew up in a typical family consisting of two parents and two sisters, one younger and one older. Although, being only 10 months apart I don’t consider my older sister to be “older” than me. We always get asked if we are twins and the short answer is no but the long answer is sort of, we’re Irish twins. And of course the long answer is always followed by “what are Irish twins?” and I simply tell them it means we were born in the same year. Being in the same grade and having the same friends throughout all 12 years of school has had its ups and downs. Around middle school we always bickered and stole each other’s things and couldn’t stand being in the same room together. As we got older though and our friends moved away or became too cool to associate with us, we became best friends.

My sister and I are very similar in both looks and personality.� We're only 18 months apart in age and people ask us all the time if we're twins.� We're not really identical, but not all twins look exactly the same.� Lexy, that's my sister, isn't quite as tall as I am and her hair is more wavy than curly like mine, but besides that we have pretty much everything else in common.� There is one big difference though - she has brown eyes and mine are blue.�

Cari and I look so alike that we are often mistaken for twins. I cannot even count the amount of times people have walked up to us and asked us if we are twins. Just the other day in church, a lady that was handing out bulletins asked Cari and me if we were twins. I completely understand why people might think that we are twins. After all, we both have the same thick, medium-length, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Cari and I are even the

Jordan Skidmore, an ordinary kid with a typical life and family, finds out one strange day that his life isn’t so ordinary. Only ever known of his parents and his sister, Katherine, Jordan’s life is about to get way more confusing than that. Feeling sick one day, Jordan stays home only to find when he walks down the stairs Katherine, both his parents, except they were both 13, two strangers (who were also 13), and almost an identical clone of himself. There Jordan’s mind starts spinning while finding out answers to all of his questions, who are they? What’s going on? Where’s my normal family? After fainting, his family explains to Jordan that he has a twin brother, Jonah, who came from another dimension and his parents both were unaged from

She jumped up and down and ran from the room to show our mother. When she left, I got out of bed. I looked in the mirror and looked exactly the same. The same long brown hair. The same curvy figure that I was blessed with. The same soft grey eyes and smooth skin. Nothing ever changes. I've looked exactly the same since I was 12. Of course, a few things have changed 10 years later, I am now a painter, and looking for a husband, and of course, there's an awful disease called the Red Death.

Growing up I was an only child, but I remember always wishing that I had an older sibling or was born a twin or that maybe someday I would be a big sister myself. My Aunt Sherry lived close by while my cousin Morgan, who is eight months older than I, and myself grew up and we were extremely close;, she still feels more like my younger but older sister to this day. When we were five and six years old my Aunt Sherry had fraternal twins, a girl and a boy, Macey and Collin. Now I felt that I had three siblings. Come the third grade, when Morgan and I were eight and nine years old, my Aunt Sherry moved to Indiana taking my cousins with her. I had never wanted siblings as much as I did at this point.

"Potter, Potter, you two are very similar to your parents, plenty of courage, very talented and integrity."