When I was six I found a giant mushroom covered with ants in my grandmas backyard. Being a curious child and never seeing one before I just had to touch it. Afterwards I went up to my aunt and asked her what that was and she replied, "Oh honey, don't touch that. It's a mushroom and it may be poisonus." So I ran up to my dad and started crying telling him I wanted to go home. I was afraid that since I touched it I was going to fall over dead at any given moment but I was too afraid to tell him that.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- 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 believe that the hard toe caps on rugby boots were made from giant ants found in the amazon!— eryll
- My daughter believed that as bees made honey, ants must make marmite.— Linda
- When I was a child I used to be afraid of clowns because they used to have very big shoes— LIZA