A BAD MEMORY FROM MY CHILDHOOD

I think all my bad childhood experiences are based on me

falling in different ways, so I'll choose one where the
outcome isn't me on the ground jaja. This experience
involves a repetition of the same situation, at different
times.
Remembering the time when my baby teeth fell out is very
disturbing, because my mother used very grotesque
methods to accelerate the loss process.
I have always been very nervous, and in childhood I had a
much lower pain threshold than now, and since we have a
lot of nerves in the mouth, it goes without saying that I was
very crybaby when my teeth fell out.
So, my mom told me “come on, I'll take it out so it hurts
less,” and well, the first times I believed her. I sat in front of
her and she told me “show me, I'm just going to touch it for
you to see how loose it is.” I opened my mouth, she
grabbed a metal spoon and the part where the spoon is
held, she put it between tooth and tooth, I moved it in a
way to separate them and make the loose tooth looser
more, I did that movement many times until that the tooth
came out.
I don't know what it was more, my crying or the blood
coming out of my mouth, but there came a point where I
hid the spoons so that when a tooth became loose the
same thing wouldn't happen.
But hey, as you grow up the naiveness disappears jaja, so
the story ends with the last tooth... yes, until the last tooth
fell out I learned my lesson, I told him that I would take care
of removing it myself, but she had had a loose tooth for a
long time so there was one day when she told me “if you
pull that tooth out today, I will make you Maizena.” And
well, I think my body wanted that a lot because,
approximately an hour after she told me that, I sneezed
and put my hand in my mouth, when I took my hand away,
the tooth was there, I didn't even feel when it happened.