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We're just back from a long-ish weekend visit to south west Michigan: a mix of good and challenging times.
I had acid once, mushrooms once. I don't remember any of the former. Can't even remember when in my life it happened. But the mushrooms experience created lasting memories. I can still picture sitting on part of a downed tree at the base of a dusty, eroded hill that went up into an apple orchard, in a part of "upstate New York" just west of the Hudson River.
I remember weeping over finally understanding how much my dad influenced me, and how so much of it was on ongoing sense of having never lived up to his hopes/expectations, and how that fed a sort of doubting of my "gut feelings" when attempting to make decisions, which of course puts one on shakier ground relative to those who can quickly plot, plan, and execute.
Anyway, I think probably milked more from that than was actually there courtesy of the psilocybin, because 30+ years later, I'm vastly more of the opinion that I'd have been nothing without lots of things my dad instilled in me.
I was one of the lucky ones who didn't become nauseous from them - but I do remember how horrific the mushroom tasted, because I tend to be too curious to, say, take someone else's word for that thereby attempt to swallow something in a rush to get it paste taste buds.
It's pretty amazing how people are affected differently by the same compounds. I had had a lot of interest in 'psychonauting' even as a teen, and the experience was much different than I expected it to be. It was a pretty cathartic experience, really building my appreciation for humanity and the life I have. It would be good to know what an experience as that would be like if I took a lot more.