Shrooming with Luigi

This is the story of my first(and certainly not last)trip. I was hanging out at my friend's house in Topanga, California. Her parents were out of town, so she decided to have a "little" get together, just me and a few of our girlfriends. Well, little always turns to big, and big then turns to crazy. My friend (We'll call her L) and I had just started 7th Grade, we were only 12, but there were lots of older kids there that night. I had been, until that day, a goody two shoes. Stealing a cigarette was the height of evil, and smoking it without actually inhaling, was "hardcore". I had never smoked let alone seen weed, and I had never drank more than the foam from my dad's beer. Anyway, I was chatting it up with this guy (we will call him M)and he asked me if I wanted to trip. I didn't know what he was talking about, but he was older, and cute, so I agreed. He brought me into the bathroom, reached in his pocket, and held out a bag. Inside the bag, were tiny mushrooms. I asked him if "trip" meant "cook", and he laughed at me for several minutes. Ah the good old days. Now I can look back and poke fun at my naivety, but at the time I felt really retarded. He told me that if I ate them, I would have the most amazing experience of my life. I was really nervous, but I played it cool by saying, "then split em up". So he did, and right as I was about to drop them, there was a knock on the door. It was L. I brought her in, and told her the plan. She was already much more "rebellious" than I was, so she said "count me in". M re-separated the mush, and we all took them. I had 5 huge caps, and a bunch of stems, L had the same, and M had more, I'm sure. As soon as I took them, I thought I was going to die. They tasted absolutely aweful. M made sure I didn't spit them out, and that I chewed and held them in my mouth for a good 10 minutes. "I'm sorry, I know they taste like rotten peanuts" he said. L and I bust up laughing. For some reason, everything was becoming hilarious. 1/2 and hour later, I began to feel the effects. I had never experienced anything other than sobriety, and it was starting to really freak me out. I began to see sounds, and feel music, and things of that sort. Everyone was moving funny, and I was sweating, and my heart was beating to the music. I wigged out, and ran into the bathroom. Once I was in there, I felt great. I had never had my emotions switch like that before, and I thought it was nifty. I played with the soap for a while, and then decided that something was still making me uneasy. I wondered if maybe it was because I had to pee, so I sat down on the throne. I was laughing (because I had forgotten how to pee) up until I noticed the bathrobe laying on the floor. It was fine when I stared right at it, but when I looked away, it would morph in my peripheral vision. I am also deathly afraid of snakes, I don't know why, I just always have been. Anyway, the bathrobe became a monstrous viper, bobbing it's head above me, fangs unsheated, ready to strike. Well, I bolted out of the bathroom, without pulling up my pants, screaming that there was a snake. Incidentally, everyone believed me, cause no one really knew I was tripping. A group of people went and checked, and started laughing saying, "uh, sweetie, that's a robe". All i could manage to say was, "oh". Once I had reassembled my pants, I moved into the living room. I didn't care what anyone thought. No one else mattered. I sat down on the carpet, with my back to the t.v. where some boys were playing mario and luigi (the good original version). The longer I stared at the carpet, the more freaky shit I saw. Then I saw a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread. I picked it up, and since I wasn't hungry, I just looked at it. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder, and when I looked around it was luigi from the game. No lies. I actually saw him. He said nothing to me so I flipped him off, and went back to playing with the sandwich. Then i felt the tap again. This time I turned around, and luigi looked angry. I apologized for being rude before, and he said, "bitch just give me the PB and J". I wasn't sure what to make of the statement so I handed him the imaginary sandwich. I later realized that the guys playing the game were really stoned, and had been talking about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. At the time however, it was too weird to handle. After that I got up and went onto L's deck, where she and M were smoking a cigarette. "Where have you been?" they asked me, and I told them about the whole ordeal. L was laughing so hard that she began to pee her pants, so she ran to the bathroom laughing and screaming,"dammit". After that she and m and I just sat outside talking and laughing and tripping eachother out. Most of the other people left by 1:00 or 2:00, but we stayed outside on her porch forever. And I really do mean forever, because I swear the clock stayed at 2:46 for 1/2 an hour. I had never had so much fun before. I became more open minded. We had taken the mush at 7:00pm and we didn't feel completely normal again until 7:00 am. I have done mush plenty of times now, and I love it. But I think this was probably my most memorable experience, not because it was the most fun, but because it was the beginning of the end of my childhood. The first time is always the best, because it's new. Peace.