I am 1/256 Cherokee. My kids ask me what that means. I say if you cut me up into 256 equal pieces, one of them is Cherokee.
When I was very young, my grandmother told me she registered me with the Cherokee tribe in Oklahoma. She was very proud that she was descended from a Cherokee woman named Cyntha Horn who, according to my grandmother, was a great woman. I don't know anything more about her.
My grandmother used to take me to the pow wows in Anadarko, Oklahoma and there was a historical play there based on the events that Cynthia Horn was involved in. I don't remember much about it, and I don't know much more than basic history. I had such disdain for my grandmothers' pride over money and class status, that I didn't pay attention to her pride in her Native American heritage.
So, no, I am not really Cherokee. I don't even know if I was really registered. I never tried to find out. I am beginning to take an interest in the Cherokee history, though.