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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH: A TRUE STORY
KEY PLAYERS IN MY DRAMA
THE TALE OF TWO TEETH
Ok, this is a little hard to say, just kidding. The falling out of a child's front teeth is a monumental moment. You have waited so long and finally, they are out and you get double the dough from the tooth fairy. You have a little pain and wake up to alot of cash. If only, my story with that way, as you can guess it didn't. The main characters in this story are me (Brittany), Mommy, Uncle Dude, and the red devil bike. Oh, and I almost forgot none of this would have been possible without the rearview mirror, can't leave you out.
Uncle Dude and I have always had a close bond, he was the person who took my Mom to the hospital to give birth to me. As she was being admitted, so was he, that's when he found out he had diabetes. He would often joke, "Britt, how old are you?" I would say my age and he'd say, "That's how long I had diabetes." Uncle Dude would give me fifty cents everytime he saw me and for a time period he lived with us.
He was my great grandmother's baby brother, he also dragged one leg. Apparently, he was born that way and the doctor wanted to break his leg in order to set it and Grandpa Charlie wouldn't allow them to, so he walked with a limp. He did not let that stop him, he played baseball and participated in all the fun activities kids did and Mom said he was always the fastest. So, Uncle Dude and I had history, we had a connection.
That day, he was not living with us, he was visiting. I had learned a new trick, riding with no hands. I heard the car drive up, it was pretty loud. I met Uncle Dude at the door, he sat down by the door and handed me the fifty cents. I light up like a Christmas tree, said thank you and ran outside. I got my bike from around back and I parked it by the step and ran into the house.
"Uncle Dude, could you come outside for a second, I want to show you something, please, it's a new trick I learned!" He agreed, I was delighted. My mom warned me to becareful and not do anything foolish and the warnings went on death ears. I started up the hill in the driveway. I looked back for Uncle Dude and he signaled he was looking.
Ready, set, off I went. I foolishly took my hands off the handle bars, so the bike was riding by itself with no one steering it. It ran straight down the little hill right smack into Uncle Dude's steel rearview mirror. Then, there was a pa pa sound, it was my two front teeth, they were gone. My mouth was filled with blood and tears!
Everyone rushed to my side in disbelieve, there I sat under the mirror, it remained in place with blood attached, my blood it was. And underneath the mirror was a little girl named Brittany filled with blood, tears, and sweat, and underneath her was her two front teeth. All I could say was, "Mommy, my teeth!" and cry. Looking back at it now, I can laugh at the crisis/chaotic scene and later on Mom, Uncle Dude and I did laugh.
I will never forget how I tried to impress my uncle and lost my two front teeth in the process. The irony is that Christmas, we were listening to songs and singing our carols and my Mom bought a new cassette full of fun songs. She turns the cassette on side B, all of a sudden, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!" The room erupted in laughter and I scowled at first then I laughed, because my teeth had grown back, crooked. From that Christmas on, my Mom would play the song and send a smile in my direction as she told the story of how I lost my two front teeth, it never got old for her.