Inner child narrative

When a place reminds me of that time when I was a kid and some conservative Christian women told me "I used to be like you," and tried to convince me that eventually I will accept the role of being a subordinate female, I can also recall this instance of a more helpful instruction: "Run, girl, run!" which is what I was told when I was picking berries and stepped on a nest that had been built on the ground, and so many stinging insects attacked that at first I froze because I didn't know what was happening. 

Thanks to that direction from my grandmother, I snapped out of it and ran away from the terrible situation before it got even worse.