Then I had to stop everything to cope with a difficult pregnancy. After my son was born, I now had to find someone to watch both my children (not just one) in order for me to go research. The problem was, there wasn't really anything else for me to find. I was tired of brick walls that would never get torn down, and my heart just wasn't in it any more. I figured I had found all I was ever going to find. When my computer crashed, I didn't bother to replace Roots III, and though I kept all my records and printouts, they just gathered dust, packed away in boxes under my bed or in the closet. Genealogy had lost its fascination, and I figured that was more or less permanent.
In all of my 16 years of research, I had not yet learned that there is ALWAYS something more to find!