Okay...I can't resist chiming in on the name game.
When I was in high school, I worked at a restaurant. There was a day-time employee who would bring her ADORABLE curly blond-haired 3 year old into the restaurant from time to time. Her name was/is Kimberly. I just loved watching her. She was just too cute for her britches. I thought she had a pretty name, too.
About a year after I had worked there, on this one occassion, the mom was repeatedly saying Kimberly "this and that". I spoke up and told her that I just thought her name was so beautiful. "Hmmmmm" I can hear you all saying. Well, by the time I got to 3rd grade, I became Kim. So only my best friend (since Kindergarden actually) called me Kimberly. My family didn't even call me Kimberly any longer.

I seriousy think a 1000 watt light bulb
did turn on above my head about 30 seconds after I told the mom that her daughter's name is so beautiful. "OH MY GOSH! That is
MY name!!!" I exclaimed in my head! Sounds ditzy, I know, but it was so engrained in me that my name was Kim, that I never even thought about Kimberly. I vowed that as soon as I moved away for college and with the advantage of meeting all new people, I would be "Kimberly". (It's easier to "train" new acquaintances and friends than get people who have known you for years and years to remember you want a more formal name. Kinda like when you see Aunt Harriet calling John "Johnny" still!) Today, if I'm in public/work and someone calls "Kim", I don't even flinch. I don't even consider that they are calling me. So when someone calls me "Kim", you know that they do not know me! I get teased at work some because they know I hate "Kim", but it's all in fun.
Sooooo....I DID get to change my name!