I was minding my own business, playing with some of my friends on the playground. We were a bit old to be hanging out there, but no one ever said anything. A sharp pain struck my arm and I cried out in pain. My opposite hand immediately tried to strike the painful feeling, but that didn't help when I felt it still on my arm.
As I lifted my hand I saw a small bee, attached to my arm, trying to squirm away. It stung me again and I screamed. It took one of my friends to get it off of me, and then another friend to calm me down. I have been deathly afraid of bees ever since.