I think I became aware of the reality that we start inheriting things way before we begin to form our own manners to view this world and our lives early on having been an Asian immigrant in Southern Europe for half of my life now.
In fact, I have always experienced episodes of an identity crisis throughout my life due to the difference between what my family education was telling me to do and what teachers asked from me in the school, as well as the discrepancies between the way the parents of my friends lectured them, and how mine would teach me.
Despite the soon realization, I was not able to simply get rid of them, the legacies. All along, I was solely capable of recognizing them, picking them up knowing that the fashion I behaved that was weird in the eyes of my white peers was because of how I was educated back at home, or that if I was more straightforward or aggressive (so they say) than most Asians are is because I was raised in the Western world.
Now, having collected a long list of the inheritence, however, I long for freedom. I am certain that as an heir of whatever the mixture is comprised, I opt to accept the succession only under beneficium inventarii, without being liable for the debts, the limitations of a certain doctrine to follow for instance and commence leading a happy life of my own.