One day a giant mushroom grew on my head. It didn’t hurt nor did I feel anything much. But it was there and I could see it and touch it. Everyone else could too. I’m not sure why exactly but it just happened. No one really bothered me about it. But one day a girl from school asked me about it. “Did you know the story of the mushroom and the rabbit?” And I got really embarrassed. So embarrassed that I came back home and straight went into my room. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t go to school the next day or the next or the next three years. I became a dropout. For three years I didn’t get out of my room. After three years I really had to drink some water. So I went out and drank some water. I decided to take a walk because the weather was really sunny. I ended up walking the whole day outside. It went without a hitch. When I came back home and washed my face I looked at the mirror. It was only then I remembered I had a mushroom on my head.