Smoke Grenade Mushrooms

When I was just a wee little Elana, I remember asking my mother several times for Nerf guns. My momma bear, however, thought them an inappropriate toy for a young girl, and so refused to buy me any. So what did I do? I went to the neighbors' house and played with theirs, of course!

Many an afternoon of my youth was spent crawling around my neighbors' yard on my elbows and knees, Nerf gun clasped tight, keeping an eye out for bad guys. My jeans were covered with grass stains, there were likely a twig or two in my hair, and man, was it awesome. But- everything would soon change.

As I stood up and made for the enemy's hideout, I failed to pay attention to where I was stepping. Little did I know how dangerous of a mistake I was making.

BAM.

I stepped on a mushroom. But this was not just any mushroom. This was the type of mushroom, that when trampled expels a huge cloud of smoke (that were probably some type of lung-damaging spores, now that I think about it). And in Nerf-gun world, that translated to only one thing: a smoke grenade.

I fell to the ground, clasping my knee in distress as my fellow soldiers ran to my side. Older Neighbor tried his best to save my leg, but it was too late. No amount of "Does this hurt?", grass band-aids or poking and prodding would bring back my poor appendage.

Fortunately, being a female child, I was well-versed in melodramatically throwing myself about in mock-pain. I bravely dragged myself across the battlefield, and helped to attain victory once again for the good guys.