We all have a beginning – a start date. There was a time when we were not. This fact is frequently brought back to me as I listen to my children. Young as they are, they are fascinated by their birth stories. They find it hard to think there was a time before them. I find it difficult too. They want to find their place in the story.
Adults too are fascinated by our past, and in particular the past of our ancestors. The story of how we came to be is after all not just our story but the story of those who came before us and, directly or indirectly, caused us to be instead of not.
Why do children love to hear about their beginnings? Why do we as adults desire to learn about not just our personal pasts, but the history of our families? I believe we are fascinated by the journey. We want to see how far we have come from Point A. We may not yet have reached Point B, or even know what Point B is, but we want to see progress.