A friend and I were discussing mushrooms, today: finding mushrooms growing in the wild and being able to identify them correctly and knowing which ones are edible, etc.
Occasionally, I see mushrooms growing in my garden; usually after lots of rain. I have no idea what kind they are and would never try to pick them to eat them.
However, whenever I do see mushrooms growing, I remember finding them as a child
(they'd grow in the garden at my childhood home, too) and being
fascinated by them because my father had told me that pixies lived under
I used to
pick every mushroom I found and look under them to see if I could find
the pixies! I knew exactly how they'd look because my father had taken some modeling clay and made me mushrooms with pixies in pointy hats seated under them. :)
My older half-siblings would tease me ("Find any pixies? There's another mushroom, look under that!"), but I didn't care. Father was, in my opinion, an authority on many things. If he said there were
pixies and mushrooms were their homes, then, there were pixies and
they lived under the mushrooms! If I didn't find any pixies under mushrooms, it was only because I wasn't quick enough or they weren't under those particular mushrooms. The innocence of childhood.
My father died when I was 7 years old. I don't know what happened to the clay mushrooms and pixies he made for me (they were probably thrown away). But a memory remains. And, to this day, whenever I do find a mushroom growing in the garden, I find myself tempted to pick it!
Did you believe in pixies when you were a child? Did you look for them under mushrooms?