Once I got attacked by a swarm of bees. I was seven years old and sitting out of the first quarter of my soccer game. My team was called “Lightning Bolts” because our jerseys were electric green. I was playing with my friends little brother near a gate covered in ivy and we were kicking the ball against the gate and it would come back, then we would kick it again, over and over again. Our game did not last that long, barely five minutes, because my friends brother and I kicked that ball high enough that it hit a tree that had a beehive hiding in it. The bees were furious and all flew right onto my friends brother and I. The swarm traveled to the parents, who were cheering on their children. Their cheers turned into screams and everyone broke
