Traumatized by my Initials

I was like most seven year old girls; I wanted to be just like my older sister. So naturally when she had a friend over to play I was stalking their every move. It was a nice sunny summer day and we were in our backyard walking around the swing set grabbing on to random poles and swinging our weight in circles. Joanna and Bridgette were gabbing about things that 11 year olds do when they started talking about each others initials. I wasn't really listening as I didn't know what they were talking about 90 percent of the time. Somewhere in the dark depths of my mind I heard Joanna and Bridget started calling me BABS. Why were they making fun of me? I didn't do anything mean to them... how cruel this world is. I burst into tears convinced that it was a terrible thing even though that both Bridget and my initials are both BAB. I still a little sensitive about my initials but at least they aren't ASS.