Today’s prompt is: A vignette from your childhood
My mother looked in horror the day the dentist slapped me. I was about five years old and my first visit to the dentist. I wasn’t co-operative, squirming and moving all the while.
The result has been a lifelong fear of the dentist. It’s a place I avoid whenever I can.
In the days when I was a child, the dentist was not the place it is today. Pain was part of the game. One dentist, I went to had his drill set up so that when you looked up there was a train running along an imaginary track as the drill worked its torture on you. Needless to say watching the train was the furthest thing from my mind.