Years ago, I got to chatting with an 18-year-old girl as we walked home from a commuter train. Since we turned out to be neighbors, living on the same block, we introduced ourselves before parting ways.
Her name was Pooh Bear!
Understand, she told me this just as normally as if she were saying her name was Lori or Sue.
I asked if it was a nickname, but she said no, her mother named her that. Happily, she was totally okay with it.