Hmm! Well, was that on purpose? Did someone not want you to know your name? Or did you decide that your name was unimportant?
Through middle school, I told prospective friends, as well as favorite teachers, that my nickname was Becki, or Alex Daniels. The Becki name was derived from a deep-seated jealousy of one of my cousins (Who's parents allowed her to smoke cigarettes and have sex with boys) and the Alex Daniels name was derived from my twisted little perception of my own freshly begun alcohol binges ... Jack Daniels being the most readily available tonic, with Ron Rico a close second.
I feel so much better now that I've finally confessed this to someone.