So, I'm about 7 years old and my brother Mike is like 4...we're sitting outside in the front lawn as per our custom on a nice warm day before supper, when we spot some delicious looking mushrooms growing right there in front of us. Our obsurb love for mushrooms drove us to inhale as many as we could in the shortest amount of time possible. Our mouths stuffed full, we start laughing, as children tend to do at the most idiodic things, and my step mother appears at the front door asking what on earth are we doing...we turn to her, our hands holding out and displaying the incriminating evidence of out pre-supper snack.

The woman shreeks and exclaims, 'those are poisonous mushrooms! what are you doing?? Spit them out...spit them out!!!' I like to think that I remember her having some type of a fit, more too embarass herself in front of the neighbors...but really she rushed towards us and tried to scoop out the mushroom remains from our mouths.

Well, we had ingested too much and were rushed to the hospital. Mike and I thought she was just a little crazy, like jeeze, over-react why don't you? The nice doctor gave us some nasty tasting medicine and an apple juice chaser. what a nice doctor I say. He says, 'this will make you throw up all those bad mushrooms...' What!?! I HATE throwing up....you phsyco! You're not a nice doctor, c'mon Mike, we're going! Mike sits there on the stool, swinging his legs as he's barfing up mushrooms and apple juice. He doesn't care. But I do...no way am I going to be sick!

I hold it in...I fight it. The doctor thinks, 'hrm...should've kicked in by now. We'll have to give her more, if that doesn't work, we'll have to pump her stomach.' I'm too focused on not barfing to understand what he's saying. They pass me a little cup of the medicine (I don't know what it was exactly) I don't want to drink it - I know it's gonna be awful. The nurse says, 'drink it all and I'll give you a nice big cup of apple juice, ok?' So I say ok, trusting the nice nurse that's gonna give me some apple juice...gulp it down quick and hold out my hand for the cup of apple juice. Oh, it's so heavenly sweet...tastes so good, well a little on the warm side, but that can be forgiven, everything will be ok.....YAKKKKK!!!!! all over the place. Evil deceptive woman, oh what trickery!

To this day I cannot drink Apple juice without some type of gag reflex kicking in. sick.

Not too long ago, you made me happy.
It felt good in the soul to be near you.
I felt joy and love,
for however brief an instant.

Lately, you've done nothing
but break my heart.
I look at you and I'm sad.
The sadness that crept in
is lonely and cold.

I wish it'd go away.
I want to cry
for all that I'll soon lose,
but somehow I cannot.
The pain isn't there yet,
because, like a fool,
I'm still grasping onto hope.

I don't want to know,
I don't want to feel.
Let me close my eyes and sleep,
and wake to find that it is gone.
Let the happiness come back.
Let the comfort return.

When will it be fun again?
When will you come back to me?
When will you ever be,
happy with me,
again?