I can remember being greatly perturbed ... well, angry actually ... as a young child when my younger sister imitated me. I wanted to be an original, one who stood out uniquely in my world. And there she was, mimicking my every move. Naturally, I voiced my complaint loudly, only to hear my mother replying, “Imitation is the highest form of praise.” Comforted little by that observation, I grew more deeply annoyed with the mirror image who was following me everywhere.