A terrible experience

One Saturday I had to go to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. That morning I had awakened with a terrible toothache. My mother telephoned the dentist and I had an appointment for ten o’clock. Reluctantly I started out at nine forty-five. As I walked down Main Street, I wondered what it would feel like to have a tooth extracted. I had never had one pulled out before. I wished my mother could have come with me as she could tell me what my execution - as I called it - would be like, but unfortunately, she had lots of housecleaning to do. As I dragged my feet up the stairs I could hear the terrible sound of a drill in the next room. I had only started reading a good magazine when the dentist’s beautiful wife asked for me. As I sat down in the chair, I began to get afraid. After waiting a few minutes the dentist began to get out hs dreadful needle. He told me it wasn’t going to hurt, but I had a feeling it would. When the long needle was jabbed into my mouth, I thought it would go right through me. The dentist pulled my tooth, but thank goodness, it didn’t hurt much. As soon as this dreadful experience was over, I left for home. I was glad that tooth would never bother me again. When I returned, my mother asked me if I had had a good time, and we both began to laugh. What a pleasant way to end a terrible day!



(Lachute High School Lampada, June 1964)