The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Anthony approached me at the Free Library.  He seemed kind of nervous because he didn’t know what he wanted to talk about.  He sat at the table thinking for a minute or two before he decided he wanted to tell me about his experience at the library.  After asking how he got to the library and finding out he rode his bike mostly everywhere, he told me the story about how he chipped his tooth over ten years ago.

I knew the sidewalk had just been paved but I didn’t care.  I was invincible.  So I turned my bike and rode down the street I wanted to take.  Everything was going smoothly.  I could feel the hot, summer wind on my back as I rode up the wet curve.  Just when I thought nothing could go wrong, the front wheel of my bike slid across the pavement and the smooth handlebars began stroking within my grasp.  

My entire weight shifted to my right side and before I could gain control my face glided unmercilessly with the viscous sidewalk.  I could feel the heat, created by the friction of my skin scraping along the semi-wet pavement, making its way down into my muscle.  After the initial hit, my head rose above the ground and came crashing down again, this time the impact was on my mouth.  It was almost as if someone was trying to yank my teeth out of place.  There was a heaviness on my front tooth--a pressure on my nerve that I had never felt before.  And ten seconds too slow it was all over.  

I stood up, brushed myself off and pretended like my bleeding wounds didn’t exist.  The one thing I couldn’t ignore though was a chunk of my front tooth that was laying, semi-buried, on the sidewalk.  

“Great!” I thought as I wiped away the hot tears that were rolling down my cheeks, causing my skin to sizzle.  “I’m gonna go to school and they’re all gonna make fun of me for this chipped tooth.”

My Journey to a Chipped Tooth

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8th grade
PA

Anthony approached me at the Free Library. He seemed kind of nervous because he didn’t know what he wanted to talk about. He sat at the table thinking for a minute or two before he decided he wanted to tell me about his experience at the library. After asking how he got to the library and finding out he rode his bike mostly everywhere, he told me the story about how he chipped his tooth over ten years ago.

Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Derya Yilmaz on May 2, 2014
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