It's sometime in the mid-'70s and I am sitting in a circle of about 10 people, all much older than me (I'm in my late teens) in a side-room of our evangelical Presbyterian church. I don't really remember now what the occasion was, but the man leading the discussion asks us to state something we like about ourselves. Someone says, "I'm a people person," and then everyone else in the group says the same thing: "I'm a people person too." This surprises me a little. I am not really sure I know what people people are, but am pretty certain I'm not one. When it comes my turn, I say, "I know how to listen," which is true. The man leading the group compliments me on my answer.