My name has been a defining part in who I am, really. For a red head that has a temper, having a name like Kianne...well, it seems a little like fate. Growing up I never really liked my name. I can even remember writing different names on my papers at school.
I guess saying that I never really liked my name is an understatement; I hated my name. My sister's name is Kristin, and my brother is Derek. I couldn't understand why my mom and dad gave me such an odd ball name. When we would go to county fairs or fleamarkets, really anywhere that sold anything with names on it, Mom would always buy my brother and sister something and mine would be special ordered, (which usually meant that instead of getting a present just because, I had to wait until my birthday). And the nicknames...that was the worst!
One year my mom sent a picture of the three of us kids into the local news channel for my sister's birthday. The woman announcing the names just butchered mine!! I cried all that morning.
Now that I am older, I like my name. Because it is different, but more exotic sounding. It does get kind of annoying when I am telling someone my name..."Kianne, like pepper," every freaking conversation! But, it's just one more thing that sets me apart, and is somewhat of a conversation starter.
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