Back in first grade was when they started reading groups. There were four reading groups, and each of the groups was in a different corner of the classroom. Wonder if they still break classes up into different reading groups, based on ability level? Seems there would be a nicer way to handle it. At any rate, I was in the advanced reading group because I'd been reading for a while already.
So one day we were in reading group and I was wiggling away at a loose tooth. Wiggle wiggle wiggle. All of the sudden, to my horror, it fell out! I sat there with the detached tooth in my mouth and didn't know what to do. Should I say something? I was such a timid child, that I couldn't imagine speaking up. Gradually, I slipped the loose tooth into my pocket, and never said a word. I was upset all day over that tooth.
When I got home, though, and found out about the existence of the tooth fairy, I felt much better. And when I got makeup for playing dress up under my pillow the next morning, I was feeling great about the whole thing, and couldn't wait to lose my next tooth!