Magic mushrooms first entered my grasp when I was fourteen from a kid from the local council estate who didn't want his parents to find them. I looked at the mushy puddle water in a bag and threw them out. Then the next time was after the millenium. I was given them to try in the days that I previously lived alone. I don't like mushrooms as a vegetable anyway and so I mixed them into an instant chicken soup I had made. I then had a bath hoping that the warmth would rush the blood around my body and make it slightly more possible for me to feel something. 
Thirty minutes later I felt unusual. I got out of the bath. I was giddy as I plonked myself on the sofa. There a dizziness in my head as I put music on. The music was no different in any way to when sober. Shame. It was a little disappointing. 
The tv still was on though and although nothing had changed with audio, the visuals surprised me. 
Ok so you may have seen technicolour cartoons of the Beetles in  a psychedelic fashion. Some cartoons where there are streams of colour flying around like tentacles. 
I stared at the tv and colours bled out from the screen and up the Walls and along the floor. I chuckled to myself at what I saw. The  portrail of LSD in film etc had been just. 
Although LSD tabs had never done anything like this.  I wanted to get the most out of this feeling and so went down to my makeshift cinema in my cellar. The equipment that I had used in that cellar confounded me. I put a disc in but after twenty minutes couldn't get sound through speakers or some other problem that I shouldn't have. I went back upstairs as the music being played I could control. I writhed on the floor, lost almost to myself. With my own brain starting to question whether I would find my way back I grew worried. I managed to text my girlfriend what my situation was. She rang and I said I was ok hearing her voice. It brought back a rational hold on the real world. I just wanted someone to know before it was too late. I thought my brain was melting. To make matters worse there was someone at the door. I ignored it but that person knew I was in and so kept knocking. I had to answer the door. God I hoped it wasn't family. 
It was my friend from work. I said something like "I've taken something so Now's not a good time". I felt better for that brush with normality. I had obviously had a word with God and asked to be spared. I made promises to never do them again. 
Well I lived. I never will do them again. But because I am alive after that I look back on it like it was a laugh, just one I don't  want to repeat.