I still remember the first time when I went to pick up mushrooms, I was six, it was a Sunday morning and the day before it had been raining a lot.
Around eight morning, my mum came to wake up me, I was sleepy and I burst in to tears because I wanted sleep more, she take me up and left me in the car, we were driving a long time and I was bored, suddenly we stopped and we started to walk into the forest I was excited, at the beginning I couldn’t find anyone, after a while when everybody were watching a bird I walked forward and I found some mushrooms, it was amusing, I found them by myself.
At night we did a barbeque with some meat and the mushrooms that we found.
