I enjoyed seeing that we are all pretty introverted.
Like [MENTION=19700]Starcrash[/MENTION] said, lots of things could transcend type. Hard to know what is unique to INFJ kids. Do my best to cull those things that I remember made me unusual compared to kids my age.
I loved nature. I loved it whenever I could go on a hiking trail, anywhere. Sometimes we'd be on a mini-vacation in Texas, and just stopping at a river or nature preserve would stick out in my mind. I would never tire of walking on a trail. At that time, our suburbs were not built up yet and there were natural areas--and trails--behind my mom's apartments. After school, the dog and I would go for a walk. But I wouldn't just walk; I'd get to a quiet secluded spot where I could be sure no one would find me, and I'd sit and get comfortable for a while. I don't know what I thought about, but I think I talked to myself out loud there. Maybe I played some pretend with the moss and oak leaves or stream. Maybe I worked out problems in my life. I am pretty sure I studied nature in a child-like way, but it was not my focus. If it were black or dew berry season, all the better! Then I could assuage my ravenous appetite while doing my favorite outdoor pastime. Often off-white honeysuckle would be blooming profusely, so I'd spend a lot of time just enjoying their sweet nectar. No one else I know did this stuff. I was in elementary school. When my friends would spend the night, we'd go hiking, but it seems they did not like it like I did.
At my other house, when I was even younger, I had no friends, which did hurt my feelings, but try as I might, I could not change that for long. So I spent my time spying on the houses and neighbors around us. We had many trees in our yard and the yards were small, so this was easy. I was stealthy in a tree, inventing certain maneuvers (which I would always repeat) to get into or out of each tree. The tree by our back porch had a branch perpendicular to the ground, and I'd literally sit in it for long periods of time, as someone else would sit in a patio chair. I had a little blue quilted purse with a strap and in it only two items: my tiny (gold?) spy notebook with pen, and my fire engine red lipstick. Haha! only a texas girl would have red lipstick from such a young age. I'd take notes (from the leafy trees) on what I heard and saw in my little notebook. I'd also peep through holes in the board fence, especially at the neighbors behind us with the pool. Maybe the other kids would get to go swimming, but I was usually left out, even though that girl was only one grade ahead of me.
So nature. And animals was huge too. Dogs, cats, horses, hamsters. Animals seemed to make my outdoor time funner I guess. Maybe they were my surrogate friends?
I spent too much time in the nurse's office with psychosomatic migraines; and in the principle's office for disciplinary problems.
I did not read much until 4th grade or so. And even then, it was only to serve my specific interests. And in those cases, I read voraciously. I guess that is kind of the same now. Except now I also feel inclined to write about them. I hated writing when I was in school! I did not even know I was a good writer or could write well (despite graduate school) until I joined this forum...
I, like Z buck, didn't care much about authority at all. In fact, rules really meant NOTHING to me. Except when I got in trouble. I had quite a super ego though and intrinsic guilt would CRUSH me if I did anything sneaky or wrong. I never lied, for example. However, I'd bend the rules and not feel guilt if I knew it wasn't going to hurt someone or cause a problem. Like I would sneak in places, ride my bike wherever I wanted, trespass, etc. Because those things don't HURT anyone or anything. See? I understand where I could cross that line and where I should not. Not because of a rule or law, but just within myself. (Fi? Fe?) I remember often cooking up some crazy idea with my friends, and then we'd all go sneak out and do it! I was usually the 'idea man'.
I could probably keep going on this trip down memory lane, but I will post. Thank you for reading.