I Remember The Day I Broke My Two Front Teeth

By Maria V. , Field
That's Weird, Grandma

I remember the day I broke my two front teeth.  The bad thing was that they weren’t baby teeth, they were the teeth I was going to have for the rest of my life.  I was in the gym.  We were racing suddenly I fell down.  I stand up and my mouth was bleeding.  The gym teacher told Karen to take me to the office.  Then she went back to the gym room.  The nurse told me to wash my mouth, then she saw that I had cut my lips, she put me some ice on my lips.  Two days later my teeth fall out, all that day I was crying on my room.  The next day my mom took me to the dentist.  The dentist put some paste on my broken teeth, she told me not to touch.  Then it got harder.  The dentist told me to take care of my new teeth so they won’t broke again, and I still have my new teeth.