Skeeter??

Skeeter - yes, that is my nickname. I have been called that name by my family for as long as I can remember. When my friends would hear this, there was always one obvious question:

"Why?"

I never knew the answer to that question. When I was a baby, I was meaty with a round-tipped nose. I didn't look wiry with long limbs and a pointed nose like a mosquito. Judge for yourself:

I guess it's time to go to the experts... the family.

The first person to ask was, in my mind, my mother. She does not call anyone by their birth-given name... she has a cute nickname for everyone in our family. Upon asking where my nickname came from, she pointed the finger at my grandmother.

I then went to my grandmother to ask her if she knew the origin of my moniker. Mamaw unfortunately was not very helpful - she told me she thought it was my mom. 

I found myself back at Square One.

I returned to Mom and told her what my grandmother had said. Poor Mom. She said she still thought it was Mamaw. 

I give up.

I guess there are some questions that we will never know the answers to.