My Grandpa called me "Pinko" (sounds Commie, doesn't it?!), but, it came out sounding like "Pinky".
High School friends called me "Mats", shortened surname. My brother Ron is called "Max" to this day.
They always called me by my full first name and not the abbreviated version like Ed for Edward. My brother on the other hand was called Raymie instead of Raymond. I never understood why but there has to be some underlying reason that I probably shouldn't know.
My parents would call me Suzy. Not the name on my birth certificate. Some people thought my name was Suzy. They'd be yelling hey Suzy! Geez. Then they'd get miffed because I ignored them. My parents. Don't get me started.
My older brother and younger brother both had nicknames.
I was the 'invisible' middle kid.
Never had one, unless you consider 'whosthat' (spoken as one word) at the dinner table...
As a child and young adult, no. Later in life I did not wish to be call Grandpa or anything like that. So my (now adult) grandsons were taught to call me Uncle Buckeye...
we had a dalmatian-ish dog... dad named her Louise, after his sister's middle name. my sister would freckle like crazy in the sun, so we sometimes called her Spot. confusing to some.
at some point while she was still in HS, she said something REALLY dumb. dad called her Charley McCarthy... that went over her head at a very high velocity and altitude. she still sometimes gets Chuck.