Childhood Memory

There are many memories that stand out to me for when I was a child but what really got to me was my siblings and I playing in our chicken house. There are no more chickens and when we were little there weren't any either so no need to fret. It was just a big place for us to play. We would play house and use the tools that my dad had up there. There was copper pipes and other metal objects that we had no idea what the name of them were. Now, I live in the middle of no where and we had to do something to occupy our time. : )
One day we were playing up there and we didn't see something called a wasps nest. We were clankin' and bangin' around up there. Then all of sudden my sister got stung. So we all scream and then a freakin' million came out and attacked us! We ran as fast as our little legs would go back to the house. Unfortunately, I was the slowest. I had them up my shirt as I was running and I got stung about twenty five times. Let me tell you... my body was numb!

This was deffinately a shock to me and taught me a lesson. NEVER BE THE SLOWEST RUNNER! Just don't mess with wasps or there homes. Of course, my siblings didn't help either. If I was the fastest runner they would trip me or something so I would have to pretty much die from the experience. Oh well, I just now have a major fear of wasps. Not that I will be going to play in my chicken house anytime soon, let alone hit a nest and aggravate killer bugs.