Seeing Double: What It’s Like To Have A Twin!
The Great, Unhealthy, The Ugly
Becoming an adult, I figured probably the most interesting factor about myself was the truth that I'd a twin. Made it happen set me in addition to the otherwise homogenous number of children within the Oc suburb I known as home? Yes. Made it happen completely disregard the truth that I've three other brothers and sisters? Also yes. But, each time anybody requested about me, I excitedly announced, “I possess a twin brother!”
“Being a twin would be a pillar where I built my personality.”
This infatuation didn’t stay in adolescence, either. My first tattoo, an easy line drawing of two figures wrapping their arms around one another, would be a present from my buddy, gifted like a card inside cover of the Eames book (we actually get one another). I believe,...