This story is one of the oldest memories from my life (I remember nothing from my childhood).
So when I was in first or second grade, I lost a tooth in school. I was so thrilled to get home that I ran outside, holding my precious tooth in my hands. However, in my excitement, I was pushed and dropped the tooth. It disappeared after mixing in with the dirt and pebbles. I was really upset, and worried that the tooth fairy wouldn't give me any money, so I wrote her a letter.
She DID give me the money. She's very nice. I should probably repay her in dental floss or something sometime.