I am part of a chemically engineered race of superheroes created to protect the universe. I have a cape and everything!
I was dropped into a vat of nuclear toxic waste as a baby which made me grow the size of a house. This is the best the scientists could do.
I ate way too much vegetables as a kid. I was partial to spinach and brussel sprouts.
I am actually an alien sent here from a planet called Amazonia to scout out Earth to ready it for the mighty Amazon invasion. Resistance is futile, Earthlings!
Is this how people expect me to answer that question? How else was I supposed to be tall unless I just grew that way? Duh.
But, seriously. Height just runs in my family.
Let’s start with my parents. My father is 6’8″. Yes, I said 6 foot 8 inches. Please pick your jaw up from off the floor. (Why do people always freak out when I tell them that?) Mom likes to blame Dad for me and Eisha’s size, but I think blame is a strong word. I credit him. It is not completely his fault. My mother likes to excuse herself, but she is 6’1″. She is tall in “regular” life, but is actually the dwarf in the family. And Myiesha, who for a long time was the runt of the litter, is now taller than I am at 6’4″.
My mom’s dad, who we called PawPaw, was 6’5″. His brothers and sisters are also pretty tall.
On the flipside, my dad’s parents were not that tall. Granddaddy was about 5’10″ and Grandma was about 5’7″. Technically, taller than average, but not that tall. And according to family legend, my dad’s great grandmother was 6’5″ (She apparently also smoked and had a gun).
So to answer your question I get my height from a tall family tree. But I won’t throw away the theory that one of my ancestors might’ve come from an alien planet with superhuman powers. Who knows?
Until next time,