As a young child, I remember walking along a pipeline in the middle of the bush, when I went to climb onto the top of the five feet high pipe I came face to face with a wasps nest.
My nose was only five inches away.
The wasps started stinging me before I could even react, they chased me for hundreds of metres before they stopped stinging.
I was six, if I was that, and I had about twenty stings.
There was a large group of us, my dad was a Scout Master and most of the group were his Scouts.
We were miles from anywhere.
I was a very sick little boy.
I remember my poor dad saying, “I told you not to climb on the pipeline.”
What else could he say?
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