I actually prefer closer relatives. When I found my missing great-grandmother, that was cool. If I could find my g-g-g-grandfather who died in 1864, possibly in Missouri, that would be a major accomplishment. And I confess to a fondness for my New Netherlands ancestors. But mostly, when you get back that far, my certainty that these people actually were my ancestors goes way down. For example, according to Wikitree, you and I are 13th cousins, sharing an ancestor named Edward Frost. But I know nothing about that ancestor, not even if he is really mine, so I find it difficult to get too excited about him.