That's Not My Name! NaBloPoMo Prompt Day 7 even though its now Day 9....
NaBloPoMo Prompt. If you had to switch your first name, what name would you choose and why? source I was never one of those children who wanted to change their name. My brother and sister had that phase. I remember the year they made Christmas stocking with their desired names on them, and were permitted to use them! Me? I was satisfied with my own name: Rebecca. My father lovingly teased me when he called my Rebecca from Sunnybrook Farms . At even more playful times, he would call me Beckerooni. My friends simply shortened it to Roo , as we had Pooh and Tigger Too in the group. All this I was quite comfortable with, never thinking of a name I would rather be called. Hubby took to calling me Beck, which was once mis-heard by one who called my Beth from then on. I never corrected him. Then, last year, people kept calling me Rachel . Even right after introductions, saying 'Well it was nice to meet you Rachel' to which I immediately corrected t...