Genetics are a funny thing.

In my family, one of the things that have been passed on to every generation is something we like to call 'gold knees'. They're pretty distinct. I think my dad described it best when he said, "When I was a kid in scouts, they told me to stand with my ankles tight together, but I couldn't because my knees were too big." As you can see in this picture: aunts, uncles, cousins, we're all subject to the dreaded gold knee.

When I was about 12, I was totally convinced that I was adopted. I'm not sure why. I was just sure that I came from some other location. The older I get, and the more family pictures I look at, the more I realize that I am a cookie cutter cut out of the genes I've received.