This is a brief article on introvertedness, and on nature vs. nurture—something to think and discuss.
My mom found an old photocopy of my teeny hand from when I was three. So I asked her a couple of questions about my childhood. She told me that I was like Stewie. We talked about my advanced vocabulary for just a young’n , about following her around in my walker, and that I didn’t like other kids. And that I used to headbutt her. I was utterly distraught when she answered my next question, “Who is Piaget?” Yes, I really wanted to know how soon before I realized both glasses had the same amount of water.
You didn’t like other kids. Apparently it went back as far as when I was two, and I would get up and walk away when the neighbor kids would want to get into my little blow-up pool.
Man, and I’m still introverted just like that.
That may have been my first response, but these days I don’t say no to social interaction (not always at least….)
I wasn’t a crowd-follower either. When I was five or six my dad and grandpa took me through this new house being built. They warned me not to touch the insulation (It’ll make ya itch), among other safety tips an adult would tell a small child walking through a construction site. Don’t ask me why, but there were about five other kids there too, so I went over to see what they were doing. Of course, they were all giving the fiberglass insulation a good groping, “It’s soooo soft.”
Do you still have your I/E from your childhood?
Do you still express it in a similar way?
How did you do with Piagetian Tasks?
Do you have any childhood anomalies to share?