Nature or nurture...

When I was 8 or 9, I made a house out of a refrigerator box.  I cut windows out, and even decorated with several rolls of contact paper (with a brick pattern...I still remember because my mom was not pleased).  I then slept in the box, on the back deck, for at least a couple of days.  I had a little travel alarm clock and a sleeping bag - all the comforts of home.  I even remember my dad coming out in the morning to say goodbye as he headed to work.  In a nutshell (or a cardboard box), it was sweet.

So when I see a picture like this, I tend to think genetics are to blame.