I am Robin. I hated the name when I was little. For one thing Miss Joe on Romper Room never saw me in her magic mirror, and I waited every day for her to ask me if I had fun at play. For another thing, all of the Robin's I had heard of were boys. I loved frilly dresses and shiny shoes, and long princess hair. I had a pixie hair cut and this ridiculous name. My mother said, "What do you wish I would have named you?" Without hesitation I said "Star," the most beautiful, ethereal name I could think of at the age of three. I got used to my name through the years, and even decided I liked it. The surprise came when I decided to find out what my name meant in one of those baby books where you can look up the name and find the meaning. Robin is a derivative of the male name, Robert and it means "Bright, of shining fame," or in other words, a star. My mother named me what I wanted after all. It just took me awhile to figure it out.