Toadstools anyone?
When I was wee, I hated mushrooms. Hated them! I would NOT eat a mushroom no matter what (even though I'm pretty sure I hadn't even tried one), I specifically remember making a big deal about refusing them in any form.
One sunny afternoon when I was about three years old, my five year old sister Rina and I were playing in our backyard. Rina was sitting atop her majestic rocking horse "Penny." Penny was a great and beautiful animal; made of thick plastic and suspended in an aluminum frame in which she rocked back and forth by means of a squeaky coil and spring system. Penny was necessary to any game of queen, princess, maiden or any make believe situation where one required a quick getaway on a plastic steed - her hooves tucked under her as if frozen in full gallop. Being the older sister, Rina always seemed to win the race to claim Penny as hers during our play sessions, and this one was no different.
I was off frolicking in the grass when I came upon a patch of forbidden toadstools (a fancy name for the poisonous wild mushrooms our mother warned us to steer clear of). I picked one and examined it. I remember the look on my sister's face as she screamed "DON'T EAT THOSE LORELEI! DOOOOOOOON'T!"
Don't eat it? Hmmmmm....I slapped my hands over my ears to demonstrate in no uncertain terms that I indeed was not listening, and stared right at her while I chewed up the sandy toadstool with a grinning open mouth.
I can still see my sister clearly in my mind, perched on Penny with her face in total panic. The memory becomes silent because my hands are over my ears, but I can see her mouthing the word "MOMMY!"
The next thing I recall is sitting on a high hospital bed with the bars raised so I don't fall off (or perhaps can't make a break for it) and there's a big nurse looming over me foisting a kidney shaped bowl in my face. Beside the nurse stands my mother, her friend Borghild and my Gramma. They are all frowning and shaking their heads at me in a "you did this to you" sort of way.
I know I threw up a lot. Not sure if it was induced or natural; but I'll tell you this; I never ate another toadstool, no matter how much fun it appeared to be.
One sunny afternoon when I was about three years old, my five year old sister Rina and I were playing in our backyard. Rina was sitting atop her majestic rocking horse "Penny." Penny was a great and beautiful animal; made of thick plastic and suspended in an aluminum frame in which she rocked back and forth by means of a squeaky coil and spring system. Penny was necessary to any game of queen, princess, maiden or any make believe situation where one required a quick getaway on a plastic steed - her hooves tucked under her as if frozen in full gallop. Being the older sister, Rina always seemed to win the race to claim Penny as hers during our play sessions, and this one was no different.
I was off frolicking in the grass when I came upon a patch of forbidden toadstools (a fancy name for the poisonous wild mushrooms our mother warned us to steer clear of). I picked one and examined it. I remember the look on my sister's face as she screamed "DON'T EAT THOSE LORELEI! DOOOOOOOON'T!"
Don't eat it? Hmmmmm....I slapped my hands over my ears to demonstrate in no uncertain terms that I indeed was not listening, and stared right at her while I chewed up the sandy toadstool with a grinning open mouth.
I can still see my sister clearly in my mind, perched on Penny with her face in total panic. The memory becomes silent because my hands are over my ears, but I can see her mouthing the word "MOMMY!"
The next thing I recall is sitting on a high hospital bed with the bars raised so I don't fall off (or perhaps can't make a break for it) and there's a big nurse looming over me foisting a kidney shaped bowl in my face. Beside the nurse stands my mother, her friend Borghild and my Gramma. They are all frowning and shaking their heads at me in a "you did this to you" sort of way.
I know I threw up a lot. Not sure if it was induced or natural; but I'll tell you this; I never ate another toadstool, no matter how much fun it appeared to be.
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