I believe the bizarre stories made childhood thrilling and fun. Mine did and each time I think back, a smile never ceases to make its way to my face.
I vividly remember the day my mum told me about the ridiculous method of tooth regrowth after fall. She was nice enough to tell me before my first tooth fall else I would have cried my eyes out.
If your tooth falls out, whether I'm around or not, wash away any clots of blood that might be present on it and throw it up a roof else it will not grow back.
She didn't have to say it twice cause her words clicked instantly. I had seen kids around and above my age whose incisors seemed to have poofed into the unknown and every time they smiled, I often got a scare.
I felt their teeth didn't grow back because they failed to throw them up a roof and I made up my mind not to do the same.
You can imagine how fast I ran the first time mine fell out, and the consecutive times as well. I bolted down the stairs until I got to the ground floor. Talking a look at my little self and the towering three storey building infront of me and knew my throw would never make it to the roof.
Next, I ran outside the compound to a nearby shop where I threw it and it successfully landed.
Phew!
After some years, Basic science class specifically, I was drilled into the structure and formation of teeth and mentally laughed at myself for clinging onto such belief.
Did I mention I loved whistling as a child and would proudly call myself a pro 😌. However, my mum strictly warned me to stop the act as I literally whistled every single time.
Her reason being that, whistling especially at night flags up evil entities. The likes of demons, witches, spirits, name it and I abruptly stopped that as well.
Looking back, those beliefs surely and perhaps, effortlessly carries lovely memories. For me!
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Very amazing
Lol 😂