Hello Willo
I just remembered that when I was around my daughter’s age, I was in grade 10 and she’s going into grade 9, I used to sit in Art class beside this guy named Will. Don’t know why he went by “Will” instead of Bill or William but he did.
And I gave him this nickname, “Willo”. The way that started was that, in the morning, when I would get to art class, I sat right beside him and I would say, “hello, Willo”. Har, har, har, wasn’t I the hilarious one?
He hated being called Willo. But I still called him that. I liked it. And not only did I call him that, but my mother also called him that since he and I became friends aside from the fact that he hated what I called him.
So I’ve been trying to relate to my daughter by going back to when I was around the same age and these are the memories I come up with. I can’t even remember Willo’s last name. And I certainly don’t understand why, when someone told me they hated their nickname, I would have to continue to call them the hated name.
Not too enlightened at 14, was I. Perhaps even a little cruel.
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