I grew up an orphan. My own father never saw my face, and I spent the majority of my life knowing nothing about my background. I am not, by the way, unhappy about that, because it allowed me to be truly who and what I want to be.Ethnicity: American
Race: Human
I see no use in being more specific than that.
My ex is big on genealogy. In fact I still have an Ancestrydotcom box I received as a gift from "my daughter" sitting unopened in my closet. I never really understood the need for people to know what their genealogy is. I mean, if I found out that I have a Scandanavian ancestry, should I start writing in runor?
However, when my lover bought me the Ancestry kit for my seventieth birthday, I enthusiastically spit in the little bottle and sent it off. Since then, I have met my half sister and two of her daughters, learned a great deal about my father and grandfather, and have discovered, though not connected with most of, 342 living relatives! Imagine going from nothing to all that! Pretty weird, really.