just wondering, what was everyone’s nickname when they were younger? Or even a nickname that they have now?? i never had a nickname, but i can recall some funny ones. one kid we called Ham Skillet. i really can’t tell you why.
“Bobert”.
It was sort of a family “in-joke”, but my father mentioned it on a field trip, and it became general knowledge. It haunts me to this day.
Beaker
As in Dr. Honeydew’s assistant from The Muppet Show, on account of my red hair and a nervous tic I used to have in elementary school.
And people wonder why I have no desire to go to school reunions.
I have acquired one name among my fellow students, which is a corruption of my true first name, as often read by people who haven’t heard my name pronounced.
Tell me, how hard is it to pronounce the name “Levi”? Lee…vie. Not too difficult. Now why do people say “Levvy”?
Sigh Hell if I come back to this town in 20 years.
This is very odd, my childhood nickname was Bobert Snake, don’t ask why I have a really odd family. I know the Snake part comes from my Indian name, Crazy Snake. I have never heard anyone else called that though 
It’s taken me thirty years to put them behind me, I think I’d rather not. 
Believe me, it could be worse, Palve. At least yours can be compared only with jeans. Try having a last name in common with a major margarine manufacturer.
My father calls me “Yiper” and “Dupper.” I don’t know what either of these mean, but considering he calls Mom “Wumper” and she calls him “Mark-a-dooken” I can only assume that my family has a predilection for nonsensical nicknames. I also still get called Chachie sometimes – that’s what my little brother called me when he was too little to pronounce “Rachael.”
In high school (more than forty years ago) some “individuals” called me Vic, after Vic Tanney, a physical culture expert who ran a series of gyms in California (elsewhere?). This because of my distinctly un-vic-like physique. Other kind souls called me “Punkin” for the same reason. No, I never aquired the 1960 version of a tech-9 and shot up the school. I never acquired a Vic Tanney body either.
My mom called me Markie Poohbotch. Glad it never caught on with the rest of the family.
My dad called me Moose when I was a tot.
I have two cousins who, for some reason, have gone through dozens of nicknames. The only ones I can remember are Shammy and Carpy, and Titwiggle and Pork chop. It was once explained to me where Shammy and Carpy came from, a long and uninteresting story, but I have no idea about the other two.
I was called bean. I don’t know where it came from, not really, but the whole family called me that. My older brother had it worse though. The two nicknames I can remember for him were “Bruce the Moose” and “Vacuum Cleaner Lips”. The latter came about because his lips tended to chap really, really bad.
Squeaky - because I was quiet like a mouse.
Nipples - because I was a skinny flatchested kid with um…
very prominent, perky nipples.
These were school names. My family called me Kat.
Muffin
My mother called me “Mickey Moo Moo” which comes from my name.
My brother used to call me “Crawly” - which rhymes with my name. He called my sisters Degratelyn and Reblecka. See is if you can figure out what their names are
I have also been called Molly McButter, Molly-O, Gwena, Malls, etc.
My Grandpa, to this day, calls me DoodleBug.
When I was little (itty bitty), I’d say “doodledoodledoodle” over and over again. I think I was just playing with my tongue.
Geoboy, Geodude: I won the state geography bee in 1996. The other day someone called me it and everyone looked at him weird, showing that with the possible exception of this snob that nickname is kaput.
Tinkertoy when I was in Grade School. Tinker in Junior High. Tink in High School.
My preferred nicknames were Your Highness, Excellency, and Your Lordship.
I have since renounced my throne, and am now called just Studbucket.
I swear.
Abby* Bear
*Not really Abby but something close and you get the gist.
I am Cooky to all of my family, or what’s left of them, and have been all of my life. I also was known by that name all through school and I must say, it never has bothered me any.
My sister, who was always Sis to everyone at home, gave me the name. Apparently I would stand in the playpen and say “Kooky” (long o) over and over so Sis started calling me that and it caught on. Over the years the long “o” disappeared.