When I was born, my fraternal grandfather nicknamed me Peanut, because I was little. He later gave all of his grandchildren a nickname, and it seemed like most of them fit my cousins quite well. My maternal grandfather nicknamed me Bo when, as a small child, I mispronounced "Papaw" and instead called him Peep. (Get it? Bo and Peep?)
When I was a little older, my aunt called me Jamerson Jones. I've no idea where that originally came from, but it was a play on my name Jami, and so it was.
When I was in high school, a few friends called me Jamles (pronounced Jay'mulls); once again, it was another play on my name.
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Isn't it bizarre how nicknames come about? If you have a unique story about a nickname you've acquired (whether willingly or not!), please share!