Languages. My mom speaks 3, my brother and I speak 4 each, my sister speaks 3, and my children speak 1. Apart from grammatically correct English, which appears to be a dying language.
My brother, my children and I all have a reasonable artistic ability to draw, paint, and generally create almost anything. Same brother, my youngest daughter, and me all play instruments. Same brother, speaks four languages, I speak three, my two daughters speak two…oddly enough no one else in the family (my parents or non eof my other siblings seem to have any of these talents)
My entire family, save my father (sorta) test well.
No, lemme rephrase that. We test well without always having a really clear idea of what it is we’re testing in.
There’s also this very slight writing gene on my father’s side of the family … you mighta heard of his grandfather;)
Passive-aggressiveness.
If there were an actual event, we’d place highly, if we could be arsed to actually compete.
Well, you don’t have to compete if you don’t want to, Cervaise, but it’d be nice … your decision, completely, but I know a lot of us would appreciate it. But it’s your decision ultimately.
–stares blankly at iampunha–
Me too.
Anyways, almost everyone on my dad’s side of the family has been a teacher. My dad, my sister, my grandfather, grandmother, my aunt, and some great-grands.
Every single person in my extended blood family (both sides) is musical. Even if they don’t have any particular talent – but most of them do – they can read, carry a tune, talk about the classics, etc.
No one in my extended blood family has ever held down a 9-to-5 wage-slavery office-type job. They’re either professionals, farmers, or ne’er-do-wells.
My mom and grandmother both write, and my great-great-great grandfather(not sure how many greats 
) was a well known poet in his day. I’ve been writing stories/poems ever since I was a little kid.
On my dad’s side, just about everyone can sing or play an instrument(the guitar is a big one). Unfortunately I missed that gene. 
I’d love to be able to sing.
My late mother was a singer of sacred music (mezzo soprano) on both radio and TV in the fifties. She was a witty writer and a talented artist as well.
My late father could fix just about anything without referring to a manual. He could carry a tune but only sang in church. When it came to art he always claimed he couldn’t draw flies unless he got sweaty. He was funny in a corny kind of way.
My sister was a dancer when she was young. These days she’s begun painting in watercolor and shows real talent.
My middle brother is a timpanist in a symphony orchestra. He has a master’s degree in music from the Jiulliard School in New York. He also makes beautiful wood turnings which he sells at art shows.
My youngest brother is a singer and musician and songwriter. He plays keyboards, drums and lead guitar professionally and recently took up sitar.
I was a singer (lyric baritone) before my pipes gave out. I’ve also played a little piano and trumpet, been a writer, actor, cartoonist and watercolorist. I’m the eldest of the four siblings.
That’s my immediate family.
The extended family includes a hell-fire preacher (probably why I’m an agnostic), several teachers and a superintendent of schools (Portland Oregon, long, long ago).
We are all good at mathematics. Especially with dates, where an autistic savantism seems to be common.
We all love music, but nobody in my family can sing.
NO sense of direction. I am very serious here. We could never have a family reunion, cause nobody would ever find the place. I finally taught myself how to read a map and figure out east-west-north-south-left-right. One of the hardest things I have ever done. Serious brain glitch.
We all have very wickedly off-beat senses of humor. Example: Whose photo was on the front page of the New York newspapers the Wednesday after the 2000 election. Was it Gore? Nooooooooo. Was it Dubya? Nooooooooooooooo. It was Hilary! When I saw that in the store, I laughed so hard I had to sit down, people looked at me like I was nuts, and a store employee asked me if I was okay. When I told other people about it, they looked at me like I was nuts. I e-mailed my sister, who got the joke instantly.