Plotting

When I was around four or five years old when I still lived in Ohio. I used to run around in my front yard all day, I loved it. I used to play in the grass and blow bubbles and chase all kinds of bugs. That chasing bugs thing I used to do isn’t such a good idea when you don’t necessarily know what kind of bug you’re chasing. This one morning I was chasing a bee around the yard not really knowing what it could do to me and I ended up catching it and it stung me right in between my fingers. I started freaking out and I ran in the house crying to my mom which made my mom freak out and she ran my hand under cold water. I feel like to this day I have a little red dot in between my fingers. Well, that is the story about the first time I ever got stung by a bee and from what I can remember it wasn’t pleasant.