Now let's get back to those branches.
Instead of choosing one from the hundreds, it would be easiest to start with the one piece of the tree that's singular: the trunk (me), and work my way up from there. But because I'm not dead yet and this is the internet, I can't do that unless I'd like to share my identity with the dirty, dirty cheats of this world: I don't.
Now that I'm all frustrated, I've come to a decision. I think I'll start with the ancestor that has caused the most frustration and the most joy. We'll meet her in our next post.