As a little kid, I kept every penny I got in a little pink piggy bank. As a little kid, I completely believed that unicorns were real. As a little kid, I got a root canal. When I was a toddler, only about 3, I bumped my front tooth on the hard, shiny, porcelain surface of the bathtub, effectively damaging it to the point where I needed dental surgery. I remember walking into a dome shaped room, where I played with the beads on the wires until a nurse called me into the back. I wasn’t suspicious when the nice lady gave me orange liquid that tasted like chemicals, when she put me in a dimly lit room with scooby doo playing on the television, or when she told me that I might get a little bit sleepy. I drifted off, left to wonder who the villain
