I lived in a tiny village in the northern part of Sweden,
with my parents, one older brother and one younger sister.
When I was very young I got banned from sunday school in church
because I wouldn't sit down and listen,
instead I ran around over benches and tables.
That was before my mother taught me to read.
Once I started to read, I settled down.
Our back porch could still be a wild west fort surrounded by indians
or a pirate ship in the middle of the ocean
but as I grew older I would spend more and more time inside my head
together with my books.
We had two bathrooms in our house, toilet and washbasin in both
but the bigger one also had a shower. I would take a comic or a book
and lock myself in the tiny bathroom and spend hours just sitting there reading.
I wasn't in anybodys way, nobody disturbed me
and if someone needed to use the bathroom they could use the big one.
I think my hours in the bathroom was the first sign that I was an introvert.