It doesn't matter what has actually happened to me, or to anyone else in this world of ours, or throughout history. I still believe. In everything.
Once upon a time, I had a brother. We had a mostly love and sometimes hate relationship. In general we got along just fine, played together, read together, did everything together as young siblings do. I was a protector, being almost 2 years older and much larger. I towered over all the kids my age.
One notorious battle raged between me and Skee, and a wild swing to the side of my head knocked a loosened tooth out, and I promptly swallowed it. The fight ended instantly in search of the answer as to what to do about my apparent loss of income from the tooth fairy. No tooth, no quarter, right?
My mother, the ever present genius of our world, suggested leaving a note of explanation under my pillow. The genius earned her title once again, and the quarter was snugly tucked under my pillow in the morning, and the note was gone. I don't recall for certain, but I am sure Skee and I hot footed it across the street and loaded up with a big bag of penny candy from Stevens Store.
This week I thought of that memory as I spotted this tooth fairy in Putnam. She was hanging around just outside a local dentist's office.
What do you believe in??
I am a Putnamaniac because the tooth fairy is alive and well - and visits us!
I am a Putnamaniac because the tooth fairy is alive and well - and visits us!
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