I love my name. I didn't used to when I was a kid. People called me Lucky Charms, after the breakfast cereal.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am happy with my name. It is such an attraction, and it makes people laugh.
I never wanted to give up my given name. I'm proud of it, but the only problem was that no one remembered it. It was just a little too awkward, and they mispronounced it so frequently.
When I was in first grade, everyone made fun of my name, of course. I think it's kind of a big name to hold up when you're nine years old. It seemed goofy. I used to tell people I wanted to change the world and they used to think, 'This kid's really weird'.
People named their kids after me!
I can't believe that people actually know my first and last name. I think it's really, really, gosh-darn neat.
I do have a nickname with my family; I'm called Snappy, because I do get to be a bit snippy at times. They call me Snappy Bear. That's from New Hampshire. My dad's called Crazy, my mother's Happy - it's a whole thing.
Kids used to tease me unmercifully about that name.
I was named for my grandmother. It's an evil-eye name, to protect you from bad things.
I hate ridiculous names; my weird name has haunted me all my life.
I wasn't aware I was trading on my good name; I've never had a good name.