So in class we discussed the idea of how we are all haunted by history. The idea of how even a chair comes from a long “line” of work really sparked my interest. The same concept applies to each and every one of us. Who are we really? There has to be someone from our parents’ pasts who have inspired them to name us. Did they hope we would be like them? I went to my grandparents’ house and found this family tree. He was able to show me a bit of “my family’s line.”(I didn’t realize how blurry the picture was when I took it)