The Dentist

My trip to the dentist in Wildwood was an experience I'll never forget. He was as big as Paul Bunyan and his fingers were so big and fat that I couldn't see how he could work on any one's teeth with them. The hardest part of the whole thing was there were about 12 kids in front of me and they were screaming like they were being chopped to pieces. If the big nurse wasn't blocking the door I would have taken off.

They didn't have fluoride in those days, so dentists were pretty busy filling cavities. I finally got to the big chair and couldn't believe how much torture equipment was around that thing. The drill is what I didn't like, something about the sound it made is what turned my bones cold. It's funny, but the drilling didn't hurt at all and I was surprised that the other kids screamed about it. The dentist thanked me for being good and off I went.