There is a story behind my crooked smile. Notice the upper lip's mid-dent is off center. That would be thanks to a wayward softball when I was in second grade. I played 2nd base for my softball team, and the injury happened at my VERY FIRST practice...ever. Actually, about six minutes ito my very first practice. We were practicing catching fly balls (stop snickering), and the ball bounced up out of my glove, popped me in the mouth, and blood flew everywhere. My mom hauled me to the emergency room in case I needed stitches, but they ended up icing it and slapping on a butterfly bandage. Yum.
The teeth are attributable to three years of brace pain. Thank you, Mama!
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