I have a childhood memory that haunts me to this day. I'm about four, I find a wild mushroom growing on my front lawn. I eat the whole thing with my mom sitting on the front step, smoking a cigarette watching me the entire time. She does nothing, doesn't freak out, doesn't stop me, nothing. Lucky for me the mushroom was edible, I'm still here. I remember, years later when I was about 10, and better able to process things, my mom talking with a friend about children dying after eating destroying angel mushrooms, this twigged the previous memory and it hasn't gone away since. My relationship with my mom was not great, she passed away years ago now, every time I think about how hard my mom had things and how I should try to forgive her, I'm stuck with this memory and I can't.