WHEN I was about 10, I had a terrible fall which resulted in a fractured left medial incisor – or in layman’s terms, a broken front tooth.
Dental visits don’t scare me anymore because at that tender age, I had to go back and forth every two months or so to get my tooth treated and crowned, and undergo a few other scary treatments that I was too young to remember.
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