I'm thinking about bees, and I can only remember one particular bee incident: Probably when I was 9 or 10 I was riding my blue bike in a local park. The park was actually a small green on a steep hill. In winter it was the best place to sled, in summer it was fun to ride your bike down the hill really fast. I was flying down the hill, and at the time it seemed like a bee (large fuzzy kind) attacked me, but I'm sure in actual fact it was just flying past. It made me crash.
Not exactly the stuff of legend, but that's all I've got. If I dredge up any other bee memories I'll add them.