Part of my identity derives from a name given to me by a neighbour when we were both four years of age. She had a speech impediment causing her to say my name in a way my parents had never intended. The name has stuck - though I have long lost track of that little girl. She moved away from where we lived sometime around the age of seven.
Odd pronunciations of names, as well as nicknames and
diminutive terms of affection can linger long after our personal sense
of identity has gone through many changes. How many aspects of your life are the same now as they were when you were four years old?