For me, the word breakfast symbolizes my first attempt at etymology. I was five or six years old and decided since breakfast was a quick meal it must mean a "fast break" and someone decided to switch the words. My mother quickly steered me in the right direction (being a wordlover herself).

we always had dinner in the evening - except for sunday dinner, which was usually about 3 or 4 (breakfast was late, 9 or 10 or even 11 depending on which mass we went to) in the evening (after 7 or so) we would have fruit or cheese, or some times soup-- but it was not quite an organized meal, rather just bits and pieces.

We made up a name for this: fend-for-yourself supper.