This post is in response to the post a day challenge over at wordpress.com:
Most people can guess that my real name isn’t Chip. It is indeed a nickname, though I hardly ever think of myself by my legal name.
The story is that my legal name is a passed down family name, one that I share with my father.
My mom agreed to the family name, but she insisted that a nickname would need to be used, and it couldn’t relate to my legal name.
So when I was two days old, my grandmother looked at me, and I apparently smiled at her. Then, she said something that has shaped the course of my life:
“Oh, he looks like a chipmunk – his cheeks puff up when he smiles. Why don’t you call him Chip?”
Now that I’ve had that name for over three decades, I can honestly say: thank you, Grandma.
[Extra points if anyone who doesn't know me already can figure out my legal name]