I have no idea what my name was supposed to be. The doctors told my parents that I was going to be a girl, and that I would be born on a pretty different date from when I was born. My brother was against this notion though, and he was adamant about the fact that I was going to be a boy and that I would be born on his birthday. Anytime I was brought up before I was born, he would always be quick to tell people they were wrong. "Nu-uh! I'm going to have a brother on my birthday!" Come my October 26 on my brother's seventh birthday, he got me as a birthday gift. A boy. I got the name Scott, as you all know.

I'd never really thought about what my name was supposed to be before I turned out to be a boy. Maybe I'll ask my parents someday!