Slice of Life Day 2.
As a child of the 80’s all I wanted was a pencil with my name on it. There were pencils galore with names like Lisa, Janet, Amber and Amanda but none with my name, Kira. At supper one night, my mom made the mistake of telling me that they just about named me Jennifer. Big mistake, HUGE. There were pencils, pens, bracelets and even scratch and sniff stickers with the name Jennifer boldly emblazoned on these products. So that night, in protest, I decided that the only name I would answer to was Jennifer. This went on for some time and I either tired of the game or perhaps the name fad started to be less important to me. I grew to love my name and I also learned that it means twinkle in Japanese which suits my personality.