My friends and I were outside playing hockey; all of us were really just shooting the puck back and forth between the net, then not that many of the other boys showed up and they wanted to play a pickup game… It did not sound terrible to me, but there were four of us and four of them.
- All of us started playing and things got rough really quickly as well.
The other hockey players thought every one of us were playing full contact and every one of us thought every one of us were just hitting the puck around for enjoyment. The game got intense quickly, and one of the boys came up behind me and smacked me 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 after that every one of us saw blood all over the ice in front of me! My tooth had hit the ice too. I went home as fast as I could. My Dad was in the kitchen. I was yelling and screaming as I was running through the neighborhood so our Dad heard me before I particularly got to the house. She was waiting on the porch when I finally came up the stairs. I showed her our teeth and I opened up our mouths. She had to find an emergency dentist that was open on the weekends and this was 30 years ago. There was hardly anyone at all open on the weekends, especially a dentist. My Dad and dad must have called everyone in the city, however they got a dentist to put the tooth on a post so I could inevitably keep it.