May, 2004:
straightened long ago

I never wore braces. Strangely, I seem to recall being disappointed by this, though from the vantage point of an adult I can't possibly understand why. A couple of years of a retainer was all that was called for to make my teeth straight enough for me to look more or less like a normal person.

Of all the items in that bag, I suppose that, were I to decide to throw out as much as I could, this would be the one that I would most definitely choose to save. In addition to the fact that this was the sort of item toward which I would rather naturally grow attached (even if I wore it for only a few years at the most) there's also something fascinating about the technology, and something even aesthetically pleasing about it.

Just why it is, however, that an item such as this would be inside a bag with numerous other items that seem (today, at least) totally insignificant and hardly of any sentimental value, seems to me a bit inexplicable. Wouldn't I have kept this in a more prominent, or at least a more honorable, spot than a plastic bag?


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