My dad named me when I was born. I didn’t like my name at first since people kept making fun of my name. As I got older, like in 3rd grade, I got used to being called names. Some would ask me if I wanted to eat a brownie and sometimes I would even say yes. I really didn’t care about my name because they were older than me and didn’t know me and they were not my friends so I did not mind much.
I am proud of my name for many reasons. One reason is that even though some make fun of it, many people also make a compliment of my name and they say they like it or that it’s cool. Another reason is that I am named after a food that a lot of people enjoy eating, including me!
After all, a name is what makes a person special. Mine may be different but I am proud of it.