Never make a three year old decide on a life changing event.

I don't really remember the event myself but I believe that when I was 3 my adopted parents asked me if I'd like to change my name. Apparently I agreed and rather them making the decision for me, they made out a list of their favorite names and read them off to me and I was to make a decision. I was 3 and unconcerned about the long term tag I was attaching to myself. The name I chose has never flowed easily off my tongue and frequently sounds foreign to my ears when spoke by others. Perhaps they should have left my name alone, it only added to the confusion and pushed me further from reality.

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