I don't have very many nicknames... or perhaps I've blocked them from my memory?
Growing up, my dad used to call me Squeak. I was born prematurely (by a month) and I didn't cry very well but only let out a squeaking sound. So.. that is pretty evident.
Bear... well... I'm not so much a morning person.... Also a nickname from Dad! He used to take great pleasure from harassing me when I was already in a grumpy mood. Good times. I think Sarah-Beara was from this too.
Sar: Only one person ever called me this! It was a friend from elementary school- and it was mostly used through email (since we got the internet in Grade 9!)
That's it!
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