Several years ago I had my first brush with something poisonous…probably poison oak. I’d never been allergic to anything until that little episode.
When I was in grade school we lived next to a woods. This is where I fell in love with trees. We lived on a hill and when you walked a short distance into the woods you would find a drop off. It was a very rocky area and under the drop off was a very small cave. Periodically we’d check it out to see if anything new showed up. It didn’t. The only thing we found was a snake or two.
My oldest brother was (and probably still is) allergic to poison ivy. I was not and on this particular day I decided to brag about it. I was most definitely NOT allergic to poison ivy.
He didn’t believe me......I had to prove it......so off to the woods we went.
When we found the three leaf monster...... I picked a couple of leaves...... and with a big grin I rubbed those leaves all over my face.
I think my mom had a small heart attack when we told her!