A Tale of Two Teeth Anonymous

Sweat droplets streamed down my cheeks. It was an odd, balmy April day and my friend Grant and I had just finished an amiable game of street hockey when boredom began to claw at our minds. As the sun started to sink below the horizon, I focused my sight on an abandoned pogo stick in the corner of my garage. I dashed to the pogo stick, carried it to the driveway, and strode up the steps onto my porch. I began jumping toward the end of the porch and without hesitation I leaped off and executed a perfect 360-degree spin.

As soon as I struck the ground, the pogo stick skidded out from underneath me and my face smacked the driveway. Blackness clouded my vision and blood poured from my mouth. I could not feel my face and my head throbbed with pain. My tongue wandered around my mouth until I discovered a couple of gaping holes where my teeth should have been. Grant darted inside to get my mom’s help and I heard her rush onto the driveway. “Holy cow!” My mom shrieked. “Jacob, what happened?”She proceeded to call the hospital and while she was on the phone, I looked in the mirror to see the damage that had been done. Both my front teeth were missing and I could feel the empty sockets with my tongue.

When my mom hung up the phone, she...