My brothers used to call me Heifer Head, usually right before they thumped me in the head or beat me at canasta or cribbage. My 7-year-old admonition of "Words can hurt more than fists" didn't get me anywhere.
It gets better. Yeah, it gets better, primarily because we don’t live under the same roof as our siblings forever.
What nickname haunted your childhood nightmares? What low-forehead playground Monchhichi did you want to beat with your pogo stick?