One of my friends and I were debating the other day, on when exactly I began my fascination with bumblebees. I said it started in college, and she said if we wanted to go about it right, we had to go to the source, which was just after my prom. I responded by telling her that if we wanted to be technical and go way back to it's root, it started with my childhood friend- and later sweetheart- Marc.
''Marc? Why him?'' She asked dubiously, and narrowed her eyes, a reaction so amusing with her plump face I couldn't help but laugh.
''Well, it's a very long story, I must tell you some time.''
''No, you can tell me now. I won't leave you alone until you do.'' With that, she put her hands on her hips, resulting in my giving of another bout of laughter.
''Fine, I'll tell you. You'll get bored of it anyway, like you do with everything.'' She assured me that she wouldn't, and so, as we went round collecting the honey, I started telling her all about it, starting from the very beginning...