One of my cyber-cousins sent me this and I really got a kick out of us. Reminds me of all of us. Tracing My Tree I started out calmly tracing my tree, to find if I could, the making of me. All that I had was a great grandfather's name, not knowing his wife or from whence he came. I chased him across a long line of states and came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn, I'd proved that poor grandpa had never been born. One day I was sure the truth I had found. Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. I looked up the record of one uncle John, but then found the old man was younger than his son. Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected made me quite sad. Dear old great grandfather was never a dad. I think maybe someone is pulling my leg. I'm not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg! After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, I can't help but wonder if I'm really me. Anonymous