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My parents didn't want to know if I was a boy or girl until I was born, so they didn't even bother to really look at names. When I was born, they debated for a while on Carol or Heather. They ended up choosing Carol because it didn't rhyme with so many things, like leather, feather, etc. Needless to say, when that evil Poltergeist movie came out, the idea of not being able to make fun of my name went to Hell.... do you know how many times I hear "Carol Anne... come through the mirror..."?!
I would much rather have been a Heather....
My brother was named after my mom's little brother, Kenneth, who died when my mom was 6 (he was 4- pneumonia sucks), and it was a sentimental thing. Of course, with my brother being Ken, my friends were always mean and called me Barbie. I hated that...
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