As a child that hid in the library. I learned my refuge was in books and my imagination.
I remember at age 5 looking at the cinder blocks of the old Hall in The City and finding paterns . Later, in another old hall, that still had windows , watching the clouds go by and finding solace. By then I learned to leave and go somewere outside my self amoung the stars.
Maybe its a blessing, maybe its a curse. For now I can 'leave' very easily. The Doc says it's ADD. I say it's a coping mechinism.