*raises hand*
I was born in 1966, and I don't think there was another Jennifer/Jenny/Jen in my small elementary school class. When I moved to a bigger town with a larger school, there were a few, but I don't remember ever feeling like there were a TON of us.
When I was little, my parents called me Jenny Lynn, adding in my middle name. I hated that. I was always Jenny, except for the summer when I turned 15, during which I thought "Jennifer" sounded much more grown up. (As an aside, I have a friend, Todd, who I met that summer, who STILL calls me Jennifer. Nobody else does. Ever.) I stayed Jenny until about age 30, at which time, somehow, I became Jen.
Now about half of my friends call me Jen, half call me Jenny. All of my kids' friends call me Momma Jenny.
I love my name, but I never thought it fit me. I wanted to be named Amy. (Or maybe Aimee.)
Jen/ny
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