I so get you on that. Full stars, *****.
Not that I didn't love my mother (born in 1901) but we developed over time to be different people. I have her hair, more or less, though mine is still not all grey at nearing 75. I had her shyness, way back then. I had her interest in others (my parents had diverse friends, mostly via their jobs in life). Yes, my mother had jobs, one for an interior decorator whose name I can almost remember, Mister Something, and one as a secretary at RKO in the thirties, and later, when we were in buckets of trouble, at UCLA as an employee at the Extension facility.
I have my father's lack of sense of smell.
I also bat as a leftie, but I am righthanded, just like he was.
I was mildly interested in Physics, but it wasn't taught in my high school. I took it late at my university. A class of 250, I think. The professor asked who had not take physics before, and I and one other person raised our hands. I hung in, not easy, but interesting. My lab partner that first day was Jan, of Jan and Dean. The next class, and then the rest of the semester, I had no lab partner.
Our lab instructor was from eastern europe, not sure now which country, but that added language onto physics, so I was always in a mess. There was the time we had to set up some balancing act of components, mine fell down, my contanct lens, left eye already, got hit by the falling stuff and split
I got a D, for being there and whatever reports I worked up.
Many years later, I'm sort of interested in physics, but am a little tired.