I think my memories of all the teeth that I lost were probably wrapped into one giant or not so giant recollection of what seems like just one tooth. I remember tat it was painful and so i always kept it a secret until it was almost ready to fall out on it's own. It seemed like the method of pulling was a pair of pliers in dad's hand and a few seconds later it was out but it still hurt. The best part though was the dime under my pillow in the morning from the tooth fairy.
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