Seven years ago in June, I went to the dentist to get my first tooth pulled. The night before the appointment, I sat in bed crying, incredibly nervous and scared. The next day, my mom took me out of school early to drive me to the dentist. The 20-minute car ride seemed like eternity. As usual, my mom and I arrived early. We sat in the waiting room for 10 minutes. She bought me an activity book that had mazes, puzzles and much more. We sat next to each other completing each one. While I was doing them, all I could think of was getting my tooth pulled. Suddenly, the dental hygienist came in and called my name. She explained to us that Dr. Shusterman was going to "wiggle my tooth." I held back my tears, took my mom’s hand, and walked back to room where I was getting my tooth pulled. I sat down in the big, blue chair, and Dr. Shusterman came over. He told me how the procedure would go. He then asked me if I was nervous. I shook my head “yes.” He told me that he had talked to the Tooth Fairy, and she said that I would do just fine and I was going to get a big gift under my pillow. I was so amazed that Dr. Shusterman knew the Tooth Fairy! I thought, “Well, if the Tooth Fairy says it’s going to be okay, then it has to be fine.” My nerves were washed away with giddy excitement about what I was going to get under my pillow. This was definitely the best memory I have ever had at the dentist.