One of my best memories as a child was with an elder in our church who took me to his beehive in his backyard. He taught me how to smoke the bees while he collected honey and gave me a piece of honeycomb to eat. Bliss.
It brought back memories of grade school when a kind, old beekeeper came into our class and showed us a glass display hive.
I actually learned 40 years later that I still hold the same facination with bees as I did back then..........
.....now if I can just dig up some rare dinosaurs in my backyard.......