Went to the dentist again yesterday... loose implant...have temporary crown now... back in two weeks... My father, speaking of his false teeth, said, Best thing I ever did. No more cavities, pain. He was about 50... Not sure he was right...but do remember a Summer Choice Summer Choice Her skirt rode high on her thighs which spread welcoming, beckoning, demanding a decision…a choice…a Summer Choice. Thighs tanned a golden hue bidded promised pleasure…certainly not something to avoid…yet I hesitated, unsure, fearful. Her young voice questioned, challenged…”Come on…don’t be a chicken…is this your first time…it will be fun.” I sat down at the slides high end, but she had other ideas, “No, no…not that way…lie on your stomach and try going in my tunnel headfirst…” Her knees parted further. Shifting my position, I readied for my decent…my first into what she called “My tunnel.” The hardness I felt beneath me was not unpleasant nor was the sight my upturned eyes beheld as I succumbed to her alluring challenges. Being young, I was surprised it was over so fast. My head had barely slipped under her skirt when I felt the first spasm, followed quickly by a second. Somewhere in my mind something seemed to explode from the sudden blackness thrust upon me…lightning flashed inside my skull, lighting the darkness with a crescendo of changing vivid colors. Stunned, by the climax of my descent between her sturdy young legs, my mind slowly cleared. She was laughing, “That was fun.” Fun? I laid there beneath her backside, my descent over the slide’s middle hump quickly brought to an abrupt halt. My lips felt numb…there was a red tinge beneath my clearing vision…my tongue moved forward and I felt an empty sensation…something missing…my mouth opened to question, then I heard the small click on metal and saw the chip of whiteness sliding slowly through, then past the red stain beneath my gaping mouth. Transfixed, with comprehension regained, I watched as a large front tooth particle slid down the Jefferson Elementary School giant slide. The little girl, Janice, continued to laugh, but I was near crying, exclaiming, “That was a permanent tooth.” She plopped her backside down again…this time on my back…I objected and heard her taunt…”You’re just a big baby. I’m going home.” And she did…she climbed to the top of the slide and clamored down 12 steps to the ground where she broke into a run. Having finished my headlong descent down the cool, shiny, giant slide, I knelt in landing hole dust to find the newly missing part of my front tooth. My tongue probed as I looked…it felt as if a giant canyon had gained frontal mouth access. I found the tragic looking tooth chip and held it in the palm of my left hand, wiping away tears from my cheeks with my right. The forlorn broken chip didnt seem all that big…now, I realize it was about ¼” and had dislodged at a 45 degree angle from the center of my right side front tooth. The girl who thought it so much fun to sit down on my head as I slid under her parted legs that formed a tunnel of sorts lived but a few blocks from the playground, so I went there - holding my tooth chip in hand, hoping, I suppose, that her parents could somehow put my front tooth back together again. But, all the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men… Her father was in his garage, “Don’t bother me kid…and you leave Janice alone…go on home.” “Dad, I broke my tooth…can we fix it?” He looked at my busted lips, scraggly tooth and the white corner piece still in in my palm. “Nope, nothing can be done…throw it way.” It was more than two weeks before I finally did so… Little did I know the nightmares awaiting me, which seemed to begin with an innocent ride down a giant slide on a lazy summer afternoon? I had made a bad choice. A Summer Choice. I was nine. Never to be nine again…never to smile unconsciously again…never to not be painfully aware of my teeth…not ever again. Janice…I hope your teeth are still healthy, and that you no longer sit on the heads of unsuspecting little boys who glide down the giant slides of the world. If you have children, grandchildren or maybe just care about kids…warn them of my plight…so that they may choose to NOT unthinkingly slide into a tunnel without counting the possible costs.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 12:05:55 +0000
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