This is my answer to the contest #CAMPFIRE CONVERSATION: Season 11 - Fungi Lovers Challenge from 
I can't say for myself how my love for mushrooms began. I just remember the mushrooms as long as I can remember myself. I grew up in the woods. But how to live in the forest and not love mushrooms and berries? But there are exceptions, of course. It all comes from the parents, from the grandparents.
My parents were forced to go mushroom picking as children because they had a hungry post-war childhood. For many people of that generation ,the "love of mushrooms" is associated with the opportunity to eat. People stock up on mushrooms for the winter, if they can't even eat that many mushrooms. It's just a habit..
As a child, I most often went to mushrooms with my mother and my older aunt. My father liked to go to the forest alone, even if we went with the whole family to pick mushrooms, then he went through the forest separately from us.
Every summer I went to the hayfield with my mother and aunt. It was approximately necessary to go by the forest road 5 km. And already returning back, we collected mushrooms.
My mother is a very good mushroom picker. Now she can't walk well, her legs hurt, but still she can't live without the forest, without mushrooms. 2 days ago, she brought the first 10 mushrooms of this season.
My youngest daughter is in the photo. Here she is not yet three years old. Photo taken on June 18, 2011. That summer, my mother started taking her to the woods with her. And Sasha, like all small children at this age, loved to go with her grandmother to the forest. It's almost like being an adult. Now my daughter does not like to go looking for mushrooms at all. She began to have other interests. But I think that the second wave has come, i.e. it's time to instill a love for finding mushrooms again.
Have you noticed the most important attribute in your daughter's hands? The wand! As my mother says - without it, you can not look for mushrooms in any way.
Thanks for reading...
Good luck and have fun
@apnigrich