My twin-brother Jesse is a mirror who does the exact opposite thing that I would or wouldn't do. I've lived with him for so long and have never seen a significant thing, not even a facial feature, that was the same between us. However, when we were younger we often wore the same clothes and our mother let our curly hair grow into big balls. If I wore a green shirt and black pants he wore the same outfit.
Many people said we looked exactly alike and there was no difference between us. Even our own mother got us confused sometimes. A couple of times she even fed or punished the same one of us twice.
I never liked that people got us confused, especially those in our family. I hated it the most when my family just called me "hey twin," "gemelo" (Spanish for twin) or "Jesse." Our cousins didnŐt even know who was who. Whenever they needed to blame something on someone, which would happen often, they would just say, "It was el gemelo."
In the first and second grades we began to talk with each other in our sleep. We slept in different rooms on different floors of our house but we still talked with each other. Our mom never realized we were communicating until one night when she came to check on us. She heard me talking and then she checked on my brother and heard him talking about the same thing.
In the third grade, the era of the World Wrestling Federation, I got into a fight with a kid I knew and Jesse joined me to make it two on one. Jesse and I clotheslined the kid and then body slammed him. It was pretty fun and we never had to fight anyone together again.
As we started the sixth grade it was fun to switch desks in class and make trouble. Sometimes we switched around so that one of us could leave the classroom. Sometimes when we switched the teachers couldn't tell the difference, but guessed our names right anyway.
When we got to the eighth grade I knew we didn't look the same anymore but people still got us confused and that got me angry, especially when it was a girl and she would get me confused with my brother. Jesse would then talk to the girl that intended to talk to me. That was one of the things I really hated about my brother.
There are many ups and downs to being a twin. I had many ups in life because of my brother and I'm happy about that. Even though we did get in a lot of fights we were always OK with each other. I hope he knows I love and really care about him. I do worry about him, sometimes.