The Unforgettable Encounter with the Tooth Fairy and Adolf Hitler

Every child in the world grows up with their very own tales of the Tooth Fairy. But for some, these stories are anything but playful. My own experience with the Tooth Fairy had a rather dark twist that led to lasting memories and insights.

A Moment with Adolf Hitler

It all started when the world was facing a rather different kind of turmoil. As the flying bombs (Vls and Vlls) began to rain down on Northern Kent, my parents decided it was time to evacuate me. I was sent to stay with my aunt in Wiltshire. This spell of war brought a rather unusual scenario. My younger cousin, who was quite proud of his masculinity, knocked my tooth out while playing Hammer time! Although it was possibly just about to fall out naturally, I certainly didn't let that stop me from whining about it.

With excitement, I placed my fallen tooth under the doormat, a place I had always designated for the Tooth Fairy. But in the morning, to my dismay, the tooth was still there. I tried to explain the situation, but my relatives and even the lodger couldn't quite grasp what had happened. My belief in the Tooth Fairy was shattered as I heard fairy castles crumbling all over the world.

My Aunt's Clever Plan

Fast forward to another story from when I was three. This time, I forgot to place my tooth under my pillow. Realizing it was already morning, I hurried to do it that evening. My aunt, sensing my distress, offered a solution. She suggested I go back to sleep, assuring me that the Tooth Fairy would return. Despite my reasoning that it was too late, she insisted I take her advice.

Undeterred, my aunt performed a kind of ritual. She slid her hand under my pillow and placed a penny where the tooth would have been. I, being a polite child, felt her hand the entire time but I didn't want to show any discomfort. When I checked the following morning, I was delighted to find a penny. But my curiosity was piqued. Surely, the Tooth Fairy would hand out only quarters, right?

When I questioned my aunt about it, she admitted she might have made a mistake. Perhaps the Tooth Fairy had some creative ways to compensate. My aunt’s care and concern for me were evident, but the story left me feeling a bit spoilt. The Tooth Fairy was dead to me, however.

Reflections and Reality

Now, as I look back, the experience of losing my belief in the Tooth Fairy due to historical and personal events has had a profound impact. It’s not just about a lost belief; it’s about understanding the fragility of our childhood innocence. Although it’s easy to dismiss the Tooth Fairy’s demise as trivial, it's a reminder that as we grow, we inevitably lose some of the simpler joys and beliefs of childhood.

Reality: As I reflect, I am simply waiting for all the religious people to catch up. The Tooth Fairy is just one more entity that defines our childhood, and its disappearance can be just another chapter in our growing up.