I wasn't really very extraverted until I met this old lady when I lived in Ashton. I was selling stuff to people around the neighborhood like the nieve little boy I was. She invited me into her house and told me she loved talking to people. I visited her two other times. On the last time, she told me she was dying and that she was glad I, a stranger, was there to confort her when no one else would. She passed away a few days later and I became more of and introvert and, at the same time, more of an extravert.