There've been a couple times, yeah. The one that immediately came to mind though was when I got stung for the first time.
It was during an out-of-state trip to a summer camp kinda deal. It was around late afternoon, and I was walking and talking around the camp buildings with an acquaintance I'd made over the first few days when I felt this sort of...wispy brushing feeling against my knee. I had enough time to look down, seeing a bee writhing on the ground and some tiny speck of...something fall from where I'd felt that odd sensation.
And then PAIN.
It hurt so bad, and I was immediately in tears. I can remember sitting in the lobby for a good while with my mother and a couple other friends providing emotional support while I clamped an ice pack to my wound, with little avail. Even when I couldn't feel my knee from the numbing cold anymore, that piercing pain seemed to persist unaffected. It was unrelenting, lasting well through the night, preventing me from finding the solace of sleep's embrace. I'm still not sure why that bee decided to assault me with its life -- my best guess is we had been walking over some sort of bee burrow in the ground perhaps, as I do recall there being a hole nearby, and I simply must have been the closer target/one who physically walked on it -- but it has thankfully also been the only time I've ever been stung. It is my sincere hope that it remains as such.
Uh...hm. What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment thus far? Or if you prefer: what do you feel most proud of to this day?