A water ski.
I was 9. I was behind our boat (showing off, yes, I admit it), and tried to lean over and touch the water. The ski slipped out from under me, off my feet, into the air, and came down right…on…my…mouth. OUCHY!! I now have very nice caps on my front top teeth.
Front teeth originally cracked on monkey bars when I was about 9 and very awkward. A little on the chubby side not graceful and disproptionately large shouldersand short arms. I was trying to the same trick that my four year old brother with a (even then) gymnast’s body had done swinging through them.
And then as now I couldnt keep my mouth shut and bashed each of my front teeth into triangles…
Comme ca. l/ \l
Still trying to affort permanent caps not just those “white” fillings.
I also cracked a molar eating some fruit salad … it was on the pineapple chunk I think that I lost it.
I broke three brackets for my braces eating a Scor bar in the cold.
(Orthodontist yelled at me for three consecutive visits on that one)
Pizza? Chips? I laugh.
My father once chipped a tooth on a piece of sliced cheese.
His father once chipped a tooth on a piece of toast.
The sidewalk. Walked out the door, feet hit ice, face kissed the concrete. Just a little chip, but right on the left front incisor. It’s since been bonded, so you can’t even see it anymore. I kind of miss it.
On another tooth!
When I was 12 I was fighting with a friend over a frozen snickers bar…she snatched it out of my mouth and pulled a portion of a tooth with it. Truth is stranger than fiction.