I remember those days when we play among the bees in my grandmothers garden. She kind of adopted the bees and let them stay in blooming flowery green garden. When the bees would come out we would run around and play as if it was nothing. I did get stung by a bee but only once. It was as if the bees knew who we were. I miss those days playing with my cousins with just about anything and nothing. Flowers and plants got ambushed by a bunch of kids that wanted to experiment on what fun things they could do with it. We did not destroy any plant though for we knew my grandmother loved them.
With my girls, I'm reliving my childhood everyday through their eyes and let me just say what a fun experience it is...
