The evil dentist

At the place where I grew up, there was a mean and evil dentist. His office was in the school building, right by the football field (football=soccer). When the ball hit his window, he got furious. He ran out and grabbed the poor boy that kicked the ball by the ear, and pulled him into the dentist’s chair. He picked the nicest and whitest tooth in the boy’s mouth. With an evil grin on his face, he drilled out a wide and deep cavity, while the boy cried and screamed in pain. Finally he filled the cavity with dark and ugly amalgam.

Don’t you believe it?

I used to tell this story to my little boys. They believed it, and even counted on my teeth the number of times I had kicked the ball at the dentist’s window >:)))

Facing reality

When I was a kid, I was living in a small town, with my parents, the only kid in the family (for a while). Every day a nanny came to our house, to do house keeping, and take care of me, while my parents were at work. My world was only nice and kind people. When I was five years old, I was out in the street, alone, for the first time. I went to the play ground, where the other kids were playing in the sand box.
- Close your eyes, and open your mouth, one of the older kids said.
And I did, of course, expecting to get a candy, or something like that. I got my mouth full of sand. It was the day I was facing reality, for the first time. I learnt a lesson, and I'm still learning, from time to time.