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A Day in the Life of an Introverted Child

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Lisha was an introvert, is an introvert, and will always be an introvert.

Reading is a common hobby for introverts.

Reading is a common hobby for introverts.

I lived in a two-storied house with my parents, brother and grandparents. My grandparents lived on the ground floor, which also had a garden full of several plants and flowers. The area surrounding our house had grown to be commercial, so we didn't have many neighbors. This meant that having the commonly depicted childhood playtime with the various neighbor children was not possible. But, fortunately for me, this was actually quite good news.

A Quiet Time at Home

When I got home after school at around three in the afternoon, I had more or less a fixed routine. Since both my parents worked, they weren't around when I got back. A meal was usually kept out for me—kind of like a second lunch. I would excitedly turn on the TV and watch my favorite cartoons for an hour while eating my food.

However much I loved watching cartoons, I loved reading books even more. I read a couple of books a week, and often re-read several of my favorites. Sitting with a book after school was by far the best-loved part of my day.

I usually took my book downstairs to read. After quickly greeting my grandparents, I would settle down on the sofa and get engrossed in it. Thankfully, my grandparents never minded my lack of interaction with them. They could see that I was tired after a long day and wanted to relax with my book. However, I was happy to know that they were around. My grandfather usually watched the news at this time and my grandmother always found various things to do around the house. Occasionally, when my brother was around, my grandmother would teach us a few games and play with us to keep us entertained—not that I needed to be entertained, but, in this case, I actually did enjoy it.

Introverted Children Have Imaginative Minds

Another thing I liked to do was to ride my bicycle. But since we lived on a busy street, I had to manage with the space inside our property. I soon learned to be happy with cycling along the narrow path which ran in between the house and the property wall. There wasn't even a complete path around the house, but it was still something that I found enjoyable. I guess some of you might be thinking, "Well, that sounds boring. How many times can one cycle alone along the same short path and around the same old house?" This might be a valid perception—yet, somehow, to me, it was far from boring.

I guess this is where my imagination came into play. I used to think of each round as a new adventure or an obstacle course. It all kept me quite entertained—cycling in-between the lines of plants, avoiding the rocks that jutted out at the corner, turning the cycle around in the small space at the end without stopping. I often thought of several new ways to keep things enjoyable.

I also loved to roam about in the garden, inspecting various flowers, plants, butterflies, and even insects. Since I was alone and I liked being alone, I learned to find happiness in very small things. This also made me more observant and inquisitive.

"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere."

— Albert Einstein

A Few Close Friends Were Enough

As much as I loved my alone time, it's not like I was always alone. It was just that I had already had my fair share of interactions at school, and that was quite enough for the day.

I had my best friend at school, but, unfortunately, she was not always around. This was one of the worst parts of my early school life—my best friend was never in my class. Our school had the silly (according to me) practice of shuffling the students in every class each year. I guess it was supposed to help us be more social and to make new friends. This was, however, every introvert's worst nightmare.

Building Relationships Takes Time and Effort

It takes effort for an introvert to find someone who shares their interests and to become comfortable with them. This, in itself, is quite a big task. To later learn that your new friend would be in a different class the next year and you'd have to repeat the process with someone else—that is just quite distressing.

For some reason, I had very bad luck with this. Whoever I tried to become friends with each year would eventually end up in another class the next year, and then I would hardly see them. The only friendship that really stuck was the one with my best friend. We continued to be very close even though we met each other only during our snack and lunch breaks. In order to get through my time in class, I sometimes tried to find a classmate whose company I liked; I did occasionally succeed in this. The time I felt lonely was when my couple of friends took the day off. This was because I would hardly ever strike up conversations with anyone else.

After successfully completing the task of becoming comfortable with my best friend, I was always very happy in her company. There were even times when we went home from school and had conversations for hours over the phone. I can't remember what these important discussions were about, but it seemed like we often didn't get enough time to talk during the school breaks!

Happiness is being in the company of a best friend.

Happiness is being in the company of a best friend.

A Perfect Way to End the Day

Every evening at six, I would rush back upstairs to meet my parents, who would have then got back from work. There were no long conversations as I had never got into the habit of narrating my daily events, but I was happy to see them. Later, I would do my homework quietly in the kitchen while my mother made dinner.
Before going to bed each night, I always went back to reading my book for a while. Looking back, I can't imagine what I would have done without my books. Apart from my prized little collection, I was always so grateful for the weekly trip to the library. Luckily for me, my father also loved to read, and so these precious little trips were never missed.

Other Hobbies That Introverted Children Enjoy

Most introverted children have hobbies or enjoy activities that can be done alone, or at most, with one or two others. Other than reading, these include things like:

  • drawing or painting,
  • arts and crafts,
  • writing,
  • listening to music,
  • playing a musical instrument,
  • playing video games,
  • biking,
  • skating or skateboarding,
  • doing puzzles,
  • singing, and
  • dancing.

Everyone Has Their Own Version of Fun

Did this typical day sound too boring? Sometimes, when I look at it from an extrovert's point of view, it does seem a bit dull—to go through this routine every day with hardly any company. But then again, it always comes down to the individual. Everyone has different preferences, and their idea of fun can vary widely.

That being said, coming from someone who was an introverted child—I know that this was quite the perfect, fun-filled day.

© 2020 Lisha C

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