My childhood home had the garage situated behind the house. On the end of the street where you would turn in to access the garage grew, what I believe to be, a magnificent Conker (Horse-chestnut) tree. One year, we were given chestnuts to eat. Thinking that all types of chestnuts were edible by humans, I commenced collecting chestnuts that had fallen from that magnificent tree. I carried bags of Horse-chestnuts home and proudly showed off all my hard work to my family in gathering this food. Sadly, I was disappointed to find out that these were not the same chestnuts as I had previously eaten and that the ones I picked were indeed unsafe to eat. Although a bit disheartened at my own foolishness, I didn't let it get the best of me. I carved little faces into individual chestnuts, played games with them, and did what typical little kids did back in the old days; I let my imagination fly.