It was a hot summer's day and life was just wonderful. I had played in the yard building huge construction sites with my toy trucks most of the day. I had gotten kind of tired, I sometimes found it fun to climb up as high as I could get and just enjoy the breeze. This is where my mom could never find me. We had this huge oak tree in the front yard that overlooks the small country road we lived on. It was my favorite spot to just sit and relax after a hard in the gravel pits. I was about five years olds at this time. I had already lost a few of my baby teeth and felt that I was moving into adulthood. I moved my car, which was an Oldsmobile pedal type made of cast iron to the point I could easily reach the lowest limb of my goal. I grabbed the limb and swung like Tarzan to the first level of my sky perch. Once here it was a cinch. I could easily reach the next limb to reach the point I could sit conformably. I was reaching for the next level when my foot slipped. It was like a blur from there as I fell between the two branches that only a moment ago had been excellent footing. Somehow when I fell my teeth managed to be the only thing I was able grab hold with. I had conveniently knocked out my four front teeth. Which till this day are probably still buried in solid oak. I hardly cried when I had physical pain. I went to my mom and all I could think about was whether the tooth fairy would bring four dimes in one night. It is one of those childhood memories I still live with. It turns out that those childhood teeth were more important than I thought at the time. As my permanent teeth came in they did not have anything to control their growth. My top four teeth are now some what crooked to this day.