I was cleaning out my closet and found this old medicine bottle that contains all my childhood teeth. Yes, you heard that right, all the teeth I lost as a child. My parents collected each tooth when I lost it and put it in this bottle. Then, when I was a man, they gave it to me.
The question is...why?
I get there is some kind of sentimental aspect to it, but, to me, this is one of the strangest things; right up there with keeping the umbilical cord stumps.
I guess if you didn't have a camera, it was one of the few ways to remember that time.
The funny thing is they gave it to me at some point. And I feel this responsbility that I need to store it for some reason.
It's an odd thing. I threw it away today.
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