In my childhood, when we lived in real suburbia, with woods in 5 minutes of walk or right at the door, we routinely gathered mushrooms, and never had a problem.
We stopped it when we moved to other places, or probably because adolescence came around -- probably, parents had taken us for an interesting kind of walk, and then we'd not want it anymore.
Right now I can only recall some names of mushrooms and only sure of one species, so I won't risk at all.