As a child, a trip to the woods for mushrooms seems like a big event. We get up early, put on rubber boots couple of sizes bigger, go to the forest, drink tea from a thermos and eat sandwiches. The house fills with the smell of mushrooms, we peel and cut them, telling each other stories. And it is not a big deal that small mushroom hunters will not eat a piece of a mushroom stew afterwards… These memories become a part of us.