At the risk of sounding cocky, absolutely.
I've had a pretty good amount of adventures in my time. The fact that I am still pretty young is encouraging to me. There are many adventures to look forward to. One of the main reasons I started this blog was to have a place to regale an imaginary audience with my treasure trove of stories. I'm happy to know that my audience isn't as imaginary these days.
I hope I will continue to amuse you. And only on rare occasions will I attempt to make you cry. Promise.
Today's recollection stems from my childhood.
I wouldn't go as far as to say I was a gullible kid. Not really gullible. But eager to believe in the fantastic. Unicorns? Obviously real. Narnia? I tried my closet on a daily basis. Peter Pan? I waited by my window every night. Don't get me started on Santa. The big guy and I have a rich history.
But this story is how I debunked the Tooth Fairy.
The tooth fairy to me was a serious pursuit. It was one of the few mythical creatures that left evidence. After losing my first tooth, and finding a couple quarters under my pillow, two things went through my head:
1. Tooth Fairy is a cheapskate.
2. I'm going to catch her next time and get at least a dollar.
Now a few lost teeth came and went, and I missed the little sneak every time. Never more than 50 cents. Sometimes she would throw in a piece of candy. It infuriated me. I remember telling my dad that I was getting gypped, and he told me the Tooth Fairy's budget was probably getting cut.
Nice cover, Dad.
The day came that I lost my last baby tooth. The last one. It was now or never.
I went to bed that night, tooth under pillow, and stayed on watch as long as my eyes would allow. As the hours wore on, they became very heavy...
I jolted awake very early. The sun was not quite up yet. I panicked, and looked for quarters, but found my tooth still under my pillow. I was relieved. I hadn't missed her yet! I was concerned though, because I knew that once the sun came up, she would have to wait until the next night.
I ran to my parent's room, because my mother was the authority on all things mythical (I'm so glad to this day she encouraged my rampant imagination). I whispered hurriedly that the Tooth Fairy had not arrived yet, and sunrise was not far off. My mother exclaimed that the Tooth Fairy must have had a very packed route that night. She was sure that I would not be missed though, and told me to get back in bed and go to sleep, just to make sure.
So I did. I dove back into the blankets, and did my best fake snore. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. I cracked my eye open and spotted the beginning of the sunrise outside. I bolted to my mother's bedside again and declared rather bossily that the Tooth Fairy was running out of time. My dear mother groggily defended the winged creature, and told me to try one more time to go back to sleep.
I cocooned myself in bed once again, and slowed my breathing. Cracking my eyes open enough to catch any movement.
After about ten minutes, I heard my bedroom door open. I was a little confused, because I had always imagined the Tooth Fairy using the window. Her footsteps also sounded kind of heavy. How big is this lady exactly? Isn't the Tooth Fairy little, like Tinkerbell? I couldn't resist any longer.
My eyes flew open and so did my mouth.
My mother stood before me with a guilty look on her face, two quarters and a piece of butterscotch candy in hand. She was reaching for my pillow.
"Mooooommmm...?" I drew out, starting to put two and two together.
Needless to say, the illusion was officially shattered.
In the days that followed, my sweet mother would insist that she was called in by the Tooth Fairy to pick up my stop. But it was too late. I knew the truth.
The Tooth Fairy and my mother were the same person.
And my mom was not a fairy.
The Tooth Fairy was a lie.
My young heart was not too broken. After all, I still had a chance to catch Santa on Christmas Eve. He still hadn't brought me that pony I kept asking for.
