Sunday, September 2, 2007
My First Memory
When I was little (maybe three or four) I was outside playing on the side of our house in Cincinnati with a Thumper (from Bambi) toy. Our next door neighbor, Jason McCaw came over with some other friends and told me that there was a stick in the ground that they needed to get out but that they weren’t strong enough to get it. They told me that I was really strong and would probably be able to get it. I, of course, knew I was very strong so I decided to give it a try. I went over to this stick that they showed me. As I started to pull it out, Jason and the other boys ran away. As soon as the entire stick was pulled out bees started to swarm around me (it turns out that the stick was marking an underground beehive). I ran screaming to the door in the garage that led to the house. I banged on it until Mom came and opened it. As soon as she saw me, she shut the door (I think the swarm of bees caught her off guard). But then she opened it back up and helped to swat a lot of the bees away. Then she brought me inside where she removed my clothing one article at a time. Every time she took off a layer, there would be more bees. Finally, she put me in the kiddie pool in the backyard to help with the stings. When she went over to talk to Mrs. McCaw, she told mom, “boys will be boys.”
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Actually the way I remember my interaction with Mrs. McCaw was that I went over there in tears, because I was so scared that you were going to be deathly sick from all the bee stings. I had called the doctor and been told to give you aspirin and benedryl and watch you carefully, and bring you in if you started to lose consciousness! I was upset enough to storm over there in anger and tears. She was somewhat sympathetic to your situation, but I could tell she didn't really believe that her boys had done that on purpose. The "boys will be boys" comment came a year or so later after her boys intentionally dug up dozens of flowers that I had just finished planting, and threw them into our driveway! And she said it again when her boys came and wrecked your lemonade stand by grabbing the pitchers and pouring them in the street. I promised her that MY boy would never act like that, and he didn't!
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