One summer day when I was about five years old, I was playing with friends in Burke's front yard, our neighbors. The Burke house was a two-story, red brick affair at the corner of Walkup and Hill Drive in Crystal Lake, two house down from us.
Whatever activity we were engaged in was interrupted when I saw a Bazooka Joe bubble gum wrapper hovering in the air. The gum wrapper was attractive to me not only because it was apparently flying on its own, but even more so because gum was, like television, a kind of forbidden fruit for us. I reached for it, and unfortunately the wrapper was being flown around by a large bumble bee, which promptly stung me on the inside of my left thigh. I have never touched another piece of bubble gum.
Just about every time I see a bumble bee, I recall Bazooka Joe and the flying bubble gum wrapper.
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