When I was probably 10 or so, I went to a family reunion (on my dad's side; my mom's side rarely had reunions) and everyone was excited by an expert who had traced our family's geneology back to the Mayflower. I remember creepy stories of a great-aunt who killed herself, and of a great grand father who had artistic tendancies. My father told me about him, and afterwords we felt like we had artist's blood flowing through our veins. It was a good feeling! I don't know what family lore I will share with my children, but I hope that they will express themselves no matter what "blood" is flowing through them.