The Tooth Fairy

Well, not exactly.  

When I was 8 years old, I got my front tooth knocked out because I walked in front of the slider swing on our playset in the back yard of our house on Hobbs Road.  It was a cool play set.  My dad built it.  It had 2 swings, a see saw, monkey bars along the top, and a 2 seater swing--  like a glider.  You'd have to get into the swing, and there were 2 seats that faced each other.  I think we called it a glider.

Anyway, I walked in front of the glider, when my brothers Dan and Stan were just agliding away, and I got my left front tooth knocked out.  I don't remember much.  I think I passed out.  I remember lots of blood, and people being happy when they found the tooth on the ground.  My parents rushed me to the dentist.  Maybe they thought he could glue it back in?  He couldn't.

I had to wait until the swelling went down before I could be fitted for my "false tooth."  They took cement impressions so they could build what they now call a partial--  a tooth, on a red plastic thing that fit the roof of my mouth, and wire fitted so the piece could be worn.  Yuk.  But, as I say, the piece took a while to make.  In the interim, I was embarassed as I had to go to school toothless.  

My second grade teacher, Miss Poole, could see that I was embarassed.  Of course, it was obvious.  I didn't open my mouth!  She was so dear.  She knelt down by my desk, and said, "here, I want to show you something."  And she opened her mouth, and took out her partial to reveal HER missing front tooth!  I'll never forget that.  She put her humility aside to comfort a second grader.  What a great lesson.  I'll never forget that.  Miss Poole:  my tooth fairy.

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