Long time ago, on the darkest and the deepest forest on the North side of the Arctic Circle. There was a man, who got so angry to his relatives that he changed whole name, and never regretted…
That angry man was my great grandfather or something, anywho WAY BACK INT THE TIME WHEN EVERYTHING WAS BLACK AND WHITE.
For the question, name didn’t came anywhere… It was yelled by angry man.

I really don’t know how to explain this, but this name has followed the family line as heritage.
…And yes… I have the same name.

Rough translation to English is: “Small Deer”
You know, like Bambi.

I ain’t no Indian, but born on the arctic area.
Where I live, babies still take naps in the freezing outside temperatures (-20°) because that’s normal.

Thank god, I’m cute and small, if I wouldn’t then the name sounded bit funny.

I love my name, it’s unique and every time when someone hears it first time, they get immediately happy… My work here is done!

Yours: “Bambi”