Many years ago when I still went to church, a group of the other kids decided to host a talent show for a fundraiser. There were singers, dancers, singer-dancers, magicians, jugglers... and then there was us.
The girls in our group decided to put on a play of Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs and Ham" for our act. While they were busy getting volunteers, I was gathering materials to build a makeshift set. Clearly, I did not intend to actually be in the play.
As fate would have it, they had run out of people to volunteer and there was still one part left: The Goat in the boat. And obviously, when they thought "Goat," they thought of me.
From that day on, I was known as Goatboy. I resented it at first, thinking the same thing most people think of when they hear the name. Over time, the name grew on me and I was soon responding to it as if it had been my name since birth.
I would later go on to date the girl who originally gave me the name, she would be the best thing that ever happened to me, and consequently she would leave me out of the blue almost two years later for someone else, but that is another story for another time.
Fueled by a new mix of spite, anger, hate, and many other emotions I cannot begin put into words, I decided to keep the name as a sick little reminder that I can only ever trust myself.
So now that you know how I got mine, how'd you get yours?
. With my nick I am constantly having people tell me that it isn't spelled correctly. Well...it IS spelled correctly. 
