When I was ten or so, a friend and I were racing down the fire lane (which was this steep hill that cut down one side of my neighbourhood- maybe I'm dumb, but I don't actually understand wtf it's doing there, since it's blocked off by three large metal posts on either end. Maybe it's technically an ex-fire lane? IDK) on our bikes, and I hit... a rock or a crack or something, flipped off my bike over the handlebars and landed face-first, knocking out my two front teeth and scraping the top of my left hand pretty raw.

Then, two years later, I'm playing softball and get a softball to the face, which knocks out the lovely prosthetic teeth they'd made for me.

Some time after that, I got punched in the face and yup, out go the teeth again.

...Earlier this year my dentist decided my current teeth were terrible (there was a crack in one, and a hygenist had gotten overly enthusiastic with a scrapy thing at one point and there were two nice little grooves at the top as well.), sanded them down, and built new ones.

HOPEFULLY that is the last time I will ever need to get those teeth redone. And now you all know a lot about my mouth. Yay?