My First Visit to the Dentist

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My First Visit to the Dentist

One of my earliest memories is going out with my mum to visit the

dentist. It was half past two on a bright, cheery day in spring. Being

only five years old, I was convinced by my mom to visit the dentist

and check out my then milk teeth.

Boy was I excited! I wasn’t so sure what a “dentist” was. I only knew

that I was a truly ‘brave and courageous’ boy, according to my mum, to

agree so readily to the trip. On the way to the dentist, my stomach

grumbled suddenly. My mom said, “Son, shall we get some snack before

we continue with our journey?” So we stopped at a shop, and grabbed

some food and drinks. My stomach felt at ease after that. Half an hour

later, we finally arrived at the dentist.

I wondered at how white and clean the place was. What was this place?

It was an almost empty room with a receptionist behind the counter. On

the wall were many posters. One by one, I started examining them. They

looked familiar; I wondered again, what could this place be? With all

my pent up curiosity, I asked my mom, “Mom, where are we?” Mom didn’t

reply but instead continued reading her magazine that she had been

holding for the past few minutes. So I just sat beside my mom and fell

asleep.

A few minutes later, my mom woke me up and we went into a room. There

was a stranger who was dressed in a white overcoat, and a stethoscope

around his wrinkled neck. He was really ancient with a mop of snow

white hair. At that precise moment, I freaked out. I was certain who

this person was. I screamed and quickly ran out of the room. My mom

and the dental nurse chased after me, I couldn’t escape. I was taken

back to the room and was scolded by my mom. My mom held on to my arm

tightly, I was overwhelmed.

The nurse helped me sit on the dental chair.

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