. . . but didn’t.
Back in the 30s my father was a champion jitterbug dancer. They used to have contests every week, and the girls used to fight about who’d be his partner, because they knew they’d win.
I, on the other hand, have two left feet. I do love to dance, though, but nobody should watch me.
My grandmother , mother, and sister can all paint, draw, and play musical instruments.
Me ? No talent in those areas at all.
Both my mother and grandfather have efficient, methodical engineering brains. My Mom gets really excited about math.
There was a time in my life when all I was interested in were things you can’t quantify – literature, art, music. My Mom would just look at me like I was a three-headed alien if I brought home a poem from school. ‘‘But what does it do?’’
My grandfather worked for decades for consumers energy and worked on cars in his spare time. He is so deep into his world of making things work that he doesn’t understand how people have feelings. Like seriously, when his own son died, he didn’t understand why other people were so upset about it. We actually had to sit down and explain to him that even if you don’t have a good relationship with someone, it sucks when they die.
I would now expand my interests significantly to include the social sciences, which allows room for some stats/economics, and my life in general has taken a turn for the practical, in* the touchy-feely context* of trying to achieve a more just society. But I will never, long as I live, think like an engineer.
My mother is a well-regarded motivational speaker who speaks in front of thousands and travels all of the world doing it. She wants nothing more to be truly famous and have everyone adore her.
My biggest fear is speaking in front of large groups of people and I am not a people-pleaser at all.
My Dad had a loud persistant nasty unreasonable temper. I was lucky enough to inherit it. When people ask me why I haven’t done anything with my life, I want to explain to them how much energy it takes to just not lose my temper, but I know (from past experience) they won’t understand. So, I just quietly try not to eat myself up from the inside while looking for answers.
My father could play the piano very well, including ragtime and boogie woogy, loved it when I was a kind. My mother could sing beautifully and did all the time, we had to fight her to listen to the radio while driving in the car. Yet I inherited no musical ability at all.
My grandfather was a sailor and could hold his own in a fight with just about anyone. My 95 lb. aunt beat up a 170 lb. male bully. I can’t fight at all.
Talents I didn’t inherit: My mother’s singing ability (I scare children and woodland creatures when I sing,) Mom’s athletic skill, my grandfather’s mechanical skill, my grandmother’s green thumb (I can kill aloe. ALOE! No one can kill aloe, right?)
Talents I did inherit: Mom’s packing ability (i.e. getting more stuff into less space than most are able.) Granddaddy’s awareness of where stuff is (If I put it somewhere, and no one messes with it, I can find it later in the dark. Even if it’s been in whatever random spot for two years. Even if it’s just in a stack of papers on my desk. I can find stuff! Probably related to that first skill.) Decent ability with numbers, from both granddads. A “knack” for cooking and baking - that may not be a talent, though; it could just stem from the fact that my grandmother let me “play” in the kitchen from the time I was a preschooler, and damn the mess I made. I’m just not afraid to try new stuff in the kitchen, and I know how most flavors and ingredients should behave. Oh, and my father’s talent for making a hot bath last exactly as long as whatever book he took to the tub with him. 
My entire family is full of doctors and nurses. I suck at chemistry and math.
My father has a fine, rich, butter-smooth baritone singing voice. On a good day I sound like Joe Cocker with a sinus infection.
Have yet to inherit Mom’s talent for interior decorating. I can walk into a room and tell you whether it looks good, but given the chance to decorate a room of my own, it ends up just being a hodgepodge of things I like that doesn’t cohere.
My grandmother made the most ambrosial chocolate fudge, always at Christmas and on a whim at other times. (She lived with us. Coming home from school to find out that Nana had made a batch of fudge was like winning the lottery.) Her fudge was utterly creamy and smooth without a hint of graininess from sugar crystals.
Not a single one of us grandkids inherited the fudge gene. 
This. I’m getting better at singing, but it’s a slow, painful (for all involved) process. Right now, I aspire to sound like Joe Cocker with a sinus infection.
My Dad was a radio man and a code breaker in the Korean War. He was good at Crytograms and Scrabble. I am too.
My biological parents are both physicians. I have no interest in, nor aptitude for, medicine.
On the other hand, I’m an excellent golfer (at least, when I bother to practice first, which happens about once every five years) and my dad is a career hacker despite practicing daily for 30+ years.
My dad can fix any old-style engine, he’s a “genius mechanic” as they say in the pulps.
Me, I think I’ve been putting the windshield water in the right container. Thank God the Clio never needs oil changes, I wouldn’t know what to do.
My mom remembers phone numbers like you would not believe. Seriously, right off the top of her head.
My mom has the most beautiful, flowing, legible handwriting, and it was identical to her mother’s. I could look at something one of them wrote and not know which one wrote it. It was perfectly readable whether it was the first word or the last word of a lengthy essay.
I have my father’s handwriting, which is to say it’s illegible at best to anyone except for me, and occasionally even to me. My hand just does not know where to go to form letters- I have to force it, and the result is inconsistent, shaky, and messy.
My grandfather was a semi-pro boxing champion. All I got were broad shoulders.
Mathematics.
Both of my parents were math majors in college. My inability to grasp certain math concepts (and my unwillingness to memorize the multiplication table) completely boggled them. I went on to earn both bachelor’s and master’s degrees in English. 