Nate is a great name. I have never had doubts about my name. The name, Nate means gift of God. It’s great, and I love the meaning and the sound of it, but the only problem with my name, is that Nate is not really my name. My full name is Nathan, and I hate it so much. I don’t know why I hate it so much, I just do. So, I go by the name Nate instead, but when I was younger, I was so small so people would call me Naterbug. I didn’t mind it that much because it was better than Nathan.

The first time the name Nate was used was back in 1647, when the first baby boy that was  named Nate. The two  people I know that are named Nate is Nate Diaz, a snotty MMA fighter. He is good, and is in the middleweight class. Then I know Nate Burkus, a TV host.

My name also means to give. I feel like I give all the time. One time for church, I rang the bells for the Salvation Army. I met some nice people that gave generous amounts of money, and one not so nice person that yelled at us for being in the way. She went in the store and got the manager. They argued for a while, but then she was told to leave. My last name is Meyers. I love my last name because it comes from Germany. One day my family was eating breakfast, and I asked my mom if they were pancakes. She told me they were called omulatens, which is the German version of the pancake.