By Ethan Ream and Evan Ream
Yes, we’re twins. No, we can’t read each other’s minds or feel each other’s pain. Yes, we have similarities, but there are definitely differences. One simply being our favorite colors. Mine being green, and mine being red. In recent years, our lives have been very similar: same car, same classes, same job and same room. However, our lives have not always been like this.
Growing up, telling us apart was very difficult, but our parents had their methods. One method they used was painting my big toe nail pink until I turned three and thought it was a good idea to run into our glass entertainment center; which resulted in a trip to the hospital and a scar above my right eye. Knowing the stress of telling us apart, our parents decided it would be the best for our classmates and teachers to separate us. From kindergarten to eighth grade, we had completely different classes, friends and teachers, living totally different lives.
With this division in school, it made it hard to relate to each other at home. But one interest that we both shared was the World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). Of course, being a sibling comes with its fair share of fights and mixing fake wrestling with the fights definitely didn’t help. There was a time in about seventh grade when I got Evan into a choke hold after we’d been fighting for a little while. As Ethan slipped the choke hold around my neck, I knew I had no chance of escaping, so I was forced to put my WWE skills to the test. I faked being knocked out in an attempt to trick Ethan into thinking I actually was. I believed it and actually started to freak out, I told my mom and we both got in trouble. These types of fights happened often, but that’s what siblings are for, right?
It became much easier for us to get along once we entered high school. During this time, we both joined a program that was offered at our high school called early middle college. This program allowed us to take college courses during high school, but also forced us to take the same classes. Now, unlike elementary school and middle school, we had the exact same classes, friends and teachers.
This change of having the same classes didn’t stop there. As we got older, we realized it was time for us to get jobs. Arby’s was having open interviews at the time so we thought it was a perfect opportunity. Nervous, we both walked into the restaurant, arguing over who would be interviewed first.
Being 20 minutes older, I knew it was time for me to step up to the plate. After my interview, they decided to hire me on the spot. After his interview it was my turn. But by then, they had already made their decision. They said “because we hired your twin, I guess that means we have to hire you too.” I wasn’t sure how to take that because that either means that we seem like really good workers so they wanted us both, or that they felt bad if they just hired one of the twins. Now two and a half years later, we’re still working together at the same Arby’s.
Now that we’re in college and still taking the same classes, the question of how much longer we’re going to be doing the same thing hovers over our heads. When we look back on our lives, we have been doing mostly the same things all our lives, so we share very similar interests. This has caused us to, quite literally, live up to the name, identical twins.
So here we are, sharing the same car, still working the same job, having the same interests, and yes, even writing the same story. But if you ask me what it is like being an identical twin, I would tell you it’s not as bad as we just made it seem. Although we may share almost everything, there is always going to be someone there to hang out with, talk to or even fight with. Even though I can’t tell you what it is like not having a twin, I can tell you always having someone there who is exactly like me isn’t so bad. I couldn’t have said it better myself.