Run Away, Run Away (Intuition)

Intuition.
Receiving input and ideas without knowing exactly how and where you got them from. You simply know it is not from yourself.

My mother once shared with me, what she felt were, cute stories about my childhood.

Story #1.
I was 3 years old. My parents were checking into the Hotel Nacional de Cuba, Havana Cuba. Her recollection: “We turned around and you were gone. Neither your father nor I noticed you had taken off. He said to me, “Alice weren’t you watching her?” and I explained no I was looking at the lovely wall tiles the hotel had. It really had some amazing tile work. Well, don’t you know.. as we were questioning each other where you could have run off to, the desk clerk gets a call and asks everyone in the lobby, “Has anyone lost a child, a little girl?” We explained you were missing and he informed us you had followed Ava Gardner and her puppies up on the elevator and Miss Gardner was entertaining you with cookies and milk, as you were playing with her dogs. Your father and I went up to get you and you had a fit. Didn’t want to leave and started crying. Miss Gardner said she would be happy to watch you again, but we never took her up on her offer”

Story # 2
Again, in Cuba, 3 years old. We lived in Moa Bay. Red clay dirt, jungles, iguanas.. -no stores. Once a month my nanny’s husband would take us into Santiago for grocery shopping. Take us on his motor boat. (row boat with motor.. meaning:small)
“Well we were on our way to Santiago and your father started pointing out things to you; he always was explaing things and talking to you as if you were an adult, he was so funny that way. He says to you, “Cuba is an island. Florida is over that way, not very far from here. You could probably swim there” The next thing we know you had jumped over board trying to swim! You didn’t know how to swim I don’t know what you were thinking! Your father had to jump in and get you. ”

Story # 3
For a while I thought maybe it was just Cuba. Possibly the red clay dirt makes people (including a 3 year old child) want to escape- swim to Florida.
5, Granada Hills, California. “One night I was washing your hair in the bathtub and you hit your head on the faucet. You inisisted I had done it intentionaly. After you dried off you said you were leaving, that you didn’t like me and wanted to go! Grabbed your little suitcase and started putting things in it. I asked if you wanted me to help you pack. Thinking that would make you stop. To my surprise you said yes. I started putting toys in your suitcase you pulled them out saying clothes I don’t need toys. You were so funny that way. Your dad was in the living room and said, “Alice you aren’t going to let her leave are you?” I think he was concerned because it was dark out. I explained to him you were just putting on an act and I had to call your bluff, that you wouldn’t really leave. You went out the door into the night and I shut the door. I knew I would open up the door and you would be sitting on the steps. I gave you about 5, or 20 minutes, opened the door and you were gone! Your father was upset with me. We asked the neighbor if he would help us look for you. Nice man he was a director and his wife was an actress. It took us a while but we found you a few blocks away. You were sleeping in someones MG. You know your dad had a little MG at one time”

From 6 until age 14 I distracted my running away thoughts with painting, drawing and day dreaming. I suppose that was how I ran away in my mind. "You have such an overactive imagination Beth" At 14 my thoughts changed and I ran again..