As a young boy in America
I spent my summers the same way most upper middle class kids do here, I got shipped off to summer camp so my parents could enjoy a few weeks without having to deal with me and my siblings.

It was actually great fun, the camp was in the Rocky Mountains, so for a city kid like me, it was a whole different world. Unfortunately it also meant that I was not quite as familiar with some of the activities there as the kids who came from less urban areas, especially when it came to riding horses. This resulted in me being put on a trail ride with kids half my age, and not being allowed to ride faster than a snail's pace.

My friend, who also got put in this group found it just as boring as I did, and we made up a game where we would try to steer our horses to walk over anthills, and anticipated taking great joy in watching the ants swarm out to mourn their destroyed former home.

Unfortunately, what I didn't know, being from the city, was that these ants were Fire Ants, and when my horse stepped on the anthill, the ants bit its legs, causing the horse to rear up and throw me off, and causing me to land in the middle of the swarm of angry ants.

I got off relatively easy, maybe 15 or 20 EXTREMELY painful bites, but I definitely deserved it.
(raulduke, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 18:10, Reply)