When I was three years old I slipped on the steps of my front porch made of concrete. I managed to land on the toe of a step with my mouth wide open - as if to take a bite. The force of my mouth hitting the concrete pushed all of my upper teeth back into the gum until they were completely out of sight. The doctor said that all I could do was wait till each tooth slowly fell back down, which they ultimately did. Apparently, I looked like a chipmunk for the next several months. Cheeks and lips swollen. I had some fairly misaligned teeth after that which went on to inform how my adult teeth grew-in. This only got corrected once I had braces in my teens. Fortunately for me, I was so young that the memory of it all - including the pain - is not something I can recall. The only thing I have as a reminder is how dad describes my blood curdling screams as he picked me up with a mouth full of shredded gums and concrete dust.