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Memoirs about growing up with the Boomer generation

Chattering Teeth Are Dangerous

When I was a little kid I thought evil was a pair of giant chattering teeth, the novelty toy kind, that chased my family around the back yard, trying to bite us in the butt. No lie, this was my personal hell. I had nightmares about it all the time. In those dark dreams, my grandmother, mother, aunt, two uncles, my grandfather and cousin (we all shared a 3-bedroom apartment) were chased by the Saint Bernard sized, sinister incisors. Everyone but me laughed in turn as it chased them. It came for me last, and just before it nipped my butt, I always woke up sweating and terrified.

The day after each nightmare I was afraid to go to sleep again and wondered why such evil had to exist in the world. But, my grandmother knew how to comfort me. She’d make me a fried bologna and cheese sandwich. As I ate, the tasty food and love of my grandmother made the world seemed right again. Hence, two of my life’s banes: Fear of toy teeth and comfort food.

(To this day I can't look upon a pair of dentures without getting chills. Such is what it is like to be me. Yes, I do need your prayers.)

--sfbjr
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