What's up everyone? Id like to share my story about my first trip when I was 15. I acquired said shrooms and weed for my brother and I. I got 7 grams of shrooms and pot well....is just pot lol. So, I get home and tell him I'm eating my 1/8th and going in my room. He tells me to hold onto his for the weekend. I eat 3.5 grams and hop in the shower and head to my room. I was listening to my cd player (i know that sounds so ancient!!!) laying on my bed and all of a sudden I shoot up and inhale like I forgot to breath. I look around my room and it was like I was in Super Mario Land where everything is big. Like way big. I look up at my ceiling and I swear to myself that it was 100 feet high. I look at my wall (I had the old school particle board panels with prints of stuff on them) and the horse draw carriage the inside was spinning around but the wheel wasn't. I decided I needed to calm down and smoke a bowl. I go to my desk where I put my weed along with the rest of the shrooms. I was baffled cause the shrooms were right next to the weed but they were no longer there. I guess somewhere along the line I ate my brothers 1/8th as well. I load my bowl the best I could and go to open my window. I pull up the blinds and as soon as I look outside, the house across the street got super tiny like it shot back a mile and then was super big....and well....like round instead of square....I knew at that moment I was tripping balls. I never smoked the bowl I loaded. I laid back on my bed and put my headphones back on and had a good old time!!!! The next morning, after being up all night, I was ready for the day 110% sober. I took a shower, got dressed, went outside and watched the sun rise. Went to school happier than I have been in years prior to that. That one decision to buy them mushrooms was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Peace be with y'all and happy tripping!!!!