When I was quite young my parents and grandparents would go mushroom hunting every spring. I always thought it was strange that my mother and grandmother only went mushroom hunting and not rabit or feasant hunting like my father an grandfather. I could not imagine my mother or grandmother shooting at anything. I thought it some sort of small animal you hunted and then later ate for dinner.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- i thought when you went road hunting for deer i thought you ran them over— nick
- I used to believe that if you stepped on a mushroom it would rain. Anon
- I used to think if a tornado sucked up a poisonous mushroom, it would die.— Will
- My brother used to tell me that the squidgy bits in mushroom soup were owl guts!— Kirsten
- i used to think a small man named homer lived in my grandmother's freezer and made ice. — ana
- at four, I thought my mother was female and me and my father were fee's Anon