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I grew up in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio, in the early '90s, and hospitals and doctor's offices offered to x-ray candy. I was 7 or 8. The day after Halloween, my brother and I were sorting all of our candy, and my mom asked if she could have a piece of my gum. She put the gum in her mouth, bit down, and there was a shard of metal in it!

I had my mouth done when I was 27. It was a botched job. Obviously, if I had liked my mouth I wouldn't have had it re-done.

I pop gum. My parents get so annoyed with me. I know my dad wishes he never taught me how to do that.

I had a stick of CareFree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality.

My father made false teeth. Unfortunately, during the Depression, not many people could afford them, and my parents lost their home.

I went through an awkward adolescence and had braces.

I'm a major breath person, so I always have gum, mints.

Apparently, I get facials and manicures all the time. I read this and think, 'Oh, I wish I did that!' I don't think I've had a facial since I was 19.

I had my two front teeth knocked out by a sixth grader in first grade.