I come from a family of four boys. I am #2 son. All of my brothers tower over me in terms of size. All of them are over six feet tall. As a reference look at the picture above. This picture was taken in about 1957. I am the sharp looking one, second from the right.
At this time I was 10 years old. My older brother to my right was only THIRTEEN years old. Compare his height to mine....My younger brothers to the left of me were 5 years and 2 years old at the time. Compare their height to mine. I didn't break the five foot barrier until I was in my teens and topped out at a hair under 5'7" in my "mature" years.
So, you're wondering why my title says "It's Not Genetic - Thank Goodness". Tall is good, right? Not necessarily. Not if you're not. There are a lot more things much more important. Looks comes to mind as one benchmark.
Not even 20 years later here's what happened to #3 son.
Not even 20 years later here's what happened to #4 son.
Number one son learned his lesson early on and avoided telling photographs, so I don't have any pictures of him to prove my point but you can clearly see the trend in sons #3 and #4.....so why would you doubt my word about #1 son?
They say that blood is thicker than water and it is. In spite of the unfortunate turn of events for them, I still love them. I know they were stricken by a hideous genetic trait that I was destined to avoid. I "rose above it" in a non-gravitational way.
Today we are all pretty scattered across the continent and don't get together too often. Through the magic of computers and the internet, however, we stay in touch.....So, #1, #3 and #4, just to let you know, I feel your pain and I'm here for ya bros.
Thanks for visiting.