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Care for some gross, mouth-related Fun Facts?  When my baby teeth came in, my dentist alerted my parents to the fact that I had three front teeth.  Because they were baby teeth, it was not painfully obvious, but I remember my mother making a really big deal of it.  At about this time, I entered preschool, where lunch was served a whopping three hours later than I was used to eating lunch at home.  Biting on the insides of my cheeks became a bad habit that ended when I accidentally bit out two matching sections of cheek, one from each side, spit them into my hand and presented them to my preschool teacher.  I still have deep hollows on both sides.  When my permanent teeth came in, I only had two front teeth, so nobody talked about them anymore.  Soon after I had a full mouth of permanents, my razor-sharp canines became the orthodontic issue of discussion.  I loved them, but it was decided they would be rounded down because of the pinprick scarring dotting my tongue.  At about that time, I was made to get braces, a process which required a total of eight molars to be pulled because of the fear of overcrowding in my small mouth.  Even though my teeth look normal now, I still sometimes remember how messed up they were at times when how messed up my teeth used to be has nothing to do with the conversation, and it makes me self-conscious.