My friends and I were outside playing hockey; that’s when all of us were absolutely just shooting the puck back and forth between the net… However, not that many other gentlemen showed up and they wanted to play a pickup game, however it didn’t sound exhausting to me.
There were more than three of us and more than three of them.
All of us started playing and things got rough absolutely quickly. The other hockey players thought we were playing full contact and we thought we were just hitting the puck around for fun. The game got intense quickly; that’s when one of the gentlemen came up behind myself and others and hit myself and others with the stick. I felt the side of the stick jam into the side of our mouth. I felt an immediate and intense pain and then I saw blood all over the ice in front of me, but my tooth was in the ice too. I went to my apartment as fast as I could. My mom was in the living room. I was yelling and screaming as I was running through the town so our mom heard myself and others before I absolutely got to the house, and she was waiting on the porch when I finally came up the stairs. I showed her the affected teeth and I opened up my jaw. She had to find an emergency doctor that was open on the weekends and this was 30 years ago. There was hardly anyone at all open on the weekends, especially a real doctor. My mom and dad must have called all the people in the city, however they got a doctor to put the tooth on a post so I could keep it.