Although I may have trouble remembering my childhood, what is certain is that nicknames already existed at that time. I can mention the two that have accompanied me the longest.
馃數 Marcelo. My older brother is the only one who uses that nickname with me, and I earned it because of some personality traits. Apparently, as a kid I had no problem externalizing what I felt, good or bad. Also, I didn't seem to mind seeking to stand out, give my opinion or even speak in public (at least that's how he reminds me)馃し鈥嶁檪. Those attitudes reminded him of someone in the entertainment world called "Marcelo". I'm not sure if it was someone real with his real name, or if it was the name of a character played by an actor. I'm sure when my brother answers the questions I sent him while writing this post I'll be able to clarify it better in the comments.馃槄 But he was telling me that this person was someone cheerful, talkative and outgoing. So he thought I looked like him.馃
Obviously, at that age I was interested in other things instead of knowing who this Marcelo was. Fortunately it is not an ugly nickname, but it is intriguing to many people who hear us talking and greeting each other馃攳. At worst, on a few occasions he has escaped calling me that in inappropriate places. I remember one time we were at a public meeting and he was delivering his paper. Then he asked a question and I raised my hand to request the right to speak. Then he said: "Over there, Marcelo, please. " 馃う鈥嶁檪 Even the one who was holding the microphone did not know who to give it to. Suddenly, dozens of people learned my nickname.
My brother and I (Image of my property - Xiaomi Redmi Note 8 phone)
馃數Chick. (Pollito) Again, only one person calls me that, and it is one of my aunts, my mother's sister, and this time it is because of physical characteristics.馃惀 From my aunt's point of view, my childhood appearance reminded her of a yellow chick. Out of all my cousins I was usually the shortest, the whitest skinned, and the most vulnerable and innocent looking (but as you saw in the previous nickname, appearances can sometimes be deceiving)馃槇. Actually, I don't remember him using it often, but maybe that's just me. Looking at my photographs as a child I can better understand her arguments for coming up with that nickname.
My aunt has attended my wedding and accompanied us to other special events. And yes, she still calls me "chick" at my 37 years of age. In fact, now that I think about it, I wonder what name she has me listed under in her phone book 馃. I think I'll ask him for a screen shot and see if I have a laugh for a while. This nickname is also unique, and she lets it show, by always greeting me "My chick" (Mi pollito), not just "chick". I can also say that she is one of the aunts I love the most. Wait a minute! Why doesn't she have a nickname from me? I think I can show her my love by finding her one.... I think I still have time.馃檭
Image of my property
Over the years I have known nicknames of all sizes, colors, shades, degrees, coherent and incoherent, good and bad, understandable and incomprehensible. Have I given nicknames to others? "I plead guilty, Your Honor."馃槑 However, I am not a person who grew up with nicknames, nor do people give them to me easily. Is that good or bad?馃し鈥嶁檪
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Language: Post written in Spanish and then translated into English through DeepL
