My father made false teeth. Unfortunately, during the Depression, not many people could afford them, and my parents lost their home.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wish I was told to look after my teeth when I was younger. My smile is really important to me and one of my biggest assets, so I'm very conscious that I need to keep it in top condition.
I have really crooked teeth - they give me character!
My parents were born in 1912; they graduated from college into the Depression. They kept notebooks of every nickel they spent, and these habits of frugality from having grown up so poor never left them.
That was my pride and joy - that I made it through all those years of minor hockey without losing any of my teeth; then, I ended up losing them in a car accident in New York when I was riding in a taxi. So, I end up losing my teeth, but not in the glamorous fashion I envisioned.
A middle child, I was born in the depths of the Great Depression. My dad and mom were factory workers, struggling to make ends meet.
I had my two front teeth knocked out by a sixth grader in first grade.
My parents were both born and raised in the Depression. They instilled great values about integrity and the importance of hard work, and I've taken that with me to every job.
I'm okay with having horrible lower teeth.
I had braces for six years! Kids would call me 'big teeth' or 'rabbit teeth.'
I've always been unhappy with my teeth. I've lost most of them from my bottom jaw, and those in the upper jaw have been screwed in or capped. As a result, I've got great hollows under my cheeks, and my bone structure seems accentuated.
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