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When I was 6, me and my friend were wandering about the neighborhood when we came to the abandoned lot next to my house. She convinced me to throw bricks at the bees! We ran only a few feet away, sure, but perfectly far enough. So I say, "is there a bee on my face?", because it felt like it. Old Man Sting flew in my ear and stung me as hard as it could, and left it's pulsing stinger behind. I was too busy running to my mommy to notice that my silver hood prevented my friend from seeing the big angry bee. I'll never forget the baking soda caked inside my ear, and the stinger that came out. Naturally, I destroyed the rest of the hive, as my ear was completely hurting and her fellow bees couldn't see me coming. Throwing those bricks will always be my biggest regret.
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