I had a spoon full of honey

When I was nine years old back in 1979, I sat next to the bee hives and I had a spoon full of honey and I enjoyed watching the bees eat the honey & go after the honey. I enjoyed seeing a bunch of bees going after the honey. But then a bee stung me on my back, I don’t remember exactly what part of my body got stung. It hurt pretty bad. And from 1979 on I was so scared to even go close to the bees since the time I got stung in 1979. I’d keep say, at least 20 feet away from the bee hives. I was so afraid when I was mowing the lawn I was too afraid to go by the bee hives to get the lawn mower into the front yard at Marble Drive. I was afraid to go close to the bee hives until the time we moved out to Concord Ave. And after the time we moved out I was still afraid to go close to the bee hives. And even today I’m still a little afraid to go near the bee hives. Whenever I get close to a bee hive I get really scared. I just didn’t even want to go even close to the bee hives when we lived at Marble Drive. And that’s my story.